[at the cabin, Mr. Boss grills barbecue hotdogs while Allan types in his computer and Glep relaxes in the hot tub]
Which one o' you boys wants a hotdog?
GGlep
[speaks excited gibberish]
Mm, Glep wants his nommies. [he chucks a hot dog and Glep jumps up mid-air to catch it into his mouth; he drops down in the tub and splashes Allan] Yo, Allan! How d'you like your weiner, dog?
I don't want no hot dog. I've got other things to worry about. I need to draft a long email for our insurance.
Allan, like, relax, man! We're on vacation, brother. It's time to chill out!
That's easy for you to say. I have a lot of responsibilit-eyes.
Allan, I may be "the boss", but I'm also an employee of life. And I've learned that sometimes you gotta let your hair down and smell the hotdogs! [he sniffs one and punches his thigh, foaming at the mouth] ARRRRGHHH!!!
That's nice, but I still do not want the hotdog.
[Mr. Boss gets sad and angry; he hurls a hotdog at the cabin wall above Allan]
S'the last time I try to make a fuckin' hotdog for you, man! [he enters the cabin and slams the door shut. Allan takes a short pause and talks to Glep]
Do you think I was in the wrong there, Glep?
Ooh, cookies. How delectable. May I have a cookie, Mr. Boss?
Allan, what're you doing all the way over here? I can barely hear you.
[Mr. Boss scooches next to Allan]
Cookie delivery for Allan?
[eats his cookie] Mm. Delicious.
[their intimate moment gets interrupted by a notification on the laptop]
Ugh, more emails. You know what? Fook this effing laptop. I'M ON VACATION!
[Allan closes the laptop and throws it out through the closed window like a frisbee]
[serious voice] That was a work laptop, Allan, but I am happy for you.
[Pim watches an episode featuring an extremely bizarre green-colored dysfunctional family on TV]
MMarrj
Blart, what the devil are you doing on that confounded computer tablet device?!
BBlart
Hawk tuah, man! [Homaar enters the scene]
HHomaar
Mmm... boy. [picks up Blart and gobbles him up whole]
[chuckles] After 487 seasons, they've still got it.
[Charlie continues playing Grand Strategy IV until he receives a call from Mr. Boss]
Shit! [answers phone, pretend coughs] Hello?
[acts nonchalantly] Hey, Charlie. What're you up to?
Hey... [pretend coughs] Hey, I-I'm actually home, uh...sick right now in bed. Pim told you that, right?
Yeah, he did, he did. [checks his laptop] The only problem is I can see you on Steam right now playing Grand Strategy IV, [snaps furiously on the phone] you fucking liar, you fucking piece of shit, little fucking rat!
[frantically closes his game] What?! No-no-no-no, I don't know what you're taking about--!
[closes laptop] Charlie, I'm gonna make this really simple for you, dude. If you don't get into work by noon, you're fired! [stands up and screams angrily on the phone] YOU HEAR ME?!! FIRED!!! GET IN HERE!!!
[Mr. Boss angrily throws his phone against the wall; he calms down and sits back to his desk]
Now where was I? [goes into a fit by panting and rubbing his arms]
What do you actually do around here, man?
GGlep
Eh... [quizzical jabbers]
No, I'm not being funny right now, man. Like, like, what do you do at this company? Can you name one thing? Wh-- What do you do here? Name one. One thing.
Why did I even hire you in the first place, man?
GGlep
[jabbers angrily, snaps his tablet in half, and storms out of the room]
Oh, you quit?! You can't quit, 'cause you're fired! GET OUT! GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!! [breathes heavily] Well, that sucked. Alright, I'mma go take a dump. [sniffs]
[Friend-Bot is revealed to be a man in a costume.]
BBob
Beep boop, one zero, one zero...
[The group stares in shock.]
BBob
Alright, you got me. I am not actually a robot. My name is Bob.
Wait, how did you know all the robot stuff, then?
BBob
Oh, I was just using a few different apps on my phone, mainly Midjourney, ChatGPT, DeepSeek, a few others...
Fuck, man, I got scammed again, dude! Is there something wrong with my brain, where I'm getting scammed as much? You guys can tell me if there is. I wanna know that kind of thing.
You know, you really should treat Charlie better. He's the only person who would put up with you.
BBilbert
[enraged] Oh, now you've done it. You've just awoken the BEAST!!! [screams as he charges at Pim, and starts strangling him]
Hey, Uncle Bilbert, stop!
BBilbert
SHUT UP, CHARLIE!!! THE BEAST IS ALIVE IN ME!!! [keeps strangling Pim]
[Charlie punches Bilbert, throwing him off of Pim, and giving him a bloody nose. Bilbert looks up at Charlie standing angrily over him.]
BBilbert
[chuckles] Good job, Charlie. You did it. You finally did it.
BBilbert
What do you mean, "what"? You stood up to me! I mean, for 30 years, I've been punching you, spitting on you, and treating you like dirt, trying to get you to stand up for yourself. What do you know? You finally did it!
LMr. Landlord
Damn, DAMN! Foiled again! Damn you to hell! My ingenious plan, ruined!
Wh-- Why did you do this? I thought you were dead! Why did you pretend to be a beautiful woman?!
LMr. Landlord
You know why, Allan! To hang out with you again! And I would've gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for that damn dirty dog!
[rolls back his sleeves] I'm gonna kill you! [lunges at Mr. Landlord and misses]
LMr. Landlord
We'll meet again, Allan! Till next time...! [runs away on water]
Allan, are you okay? What happened?
My date turned out to be my landlord and he tricked me, and I... I got a red rocket from him.
You didn't need to say the last part, man. You could've left that off.
