[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?
[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?
Yeah.
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