Jim: Uh, Zach? The camera’s this way.
Zach: Yeah, can you ask them to wait? I just need to finish this…
Jim: No, dude, they’re taking the pictures right now. You should really turn around.
Zach: In a minute, I’m almost finished with this collage. This is for you, man.
Jim: Zach! Pictures are literally being taken at this moment. This is what’s happening.
Zach: Okay, um yeah, I think I’m done…Yeah!…Wait? Jim? Where’d they go?
Jim: Dammit, Zach! They left. It’s over.
Zach: Wha? But, I was turned around. They took pictures of my backside. Why didn’t you say anything? Now the National Geographic will think I don’t care. Jim, this is all your fault.
Jim: If my tusks hadn’t been sawed off by poachers, I would stab you in the eye.
Zach: I understand that you’re projecting your anger at yourself for letting this happen onto me, but I don’t have to be your whipping boy. And I’m giving your birthday collage to Sandeep.
Jim: Fine. Sandeep can have your sucky collage. But I will have a blown up, poster-size photo from the National Geographic of the big clod of turd stuck to your tail. And I’m going to show it to everyone.
Zach: I always knew you were a giant boob, but I never would have guessed you could be so mean.
Jim: Taste my pain, bitch!
Zach: Maybe we need to take a ten-minute time out. This is just getting out of hand.
Jim: Yeah, maybe you’re right.
(ten minutes later)
Jim: Zach’s momma’s so fat, a blue whale couldn’t even do her!
Sandeep: Ohh! Inter-species dis!
