(The prized, no, cherished mug slips off of the lathe and goes crashing to the floor, breaking into 1.5 million pieces and spilling its (full) contents all over the shop floor)
Mark: What happened?! Oh man, your mug! Kevin, why'd you do it?!
Kevin: I didn't do s***! I'm way the hell over here!
Mark: (Staring at Dan, like a twelve year-old with a secret his mother forced him to keep. He's practically jumping up and down, he's so excited.) Oh man, Dan is so pissed! Dan, how pissed are you?! He's acting like he's not, but he is! I mean, that's your mug, dude!
Dan: Whatever, dude. I have ten more at home, they are from the brewery. I got plenty while I was there.
Mark: Dude! You never offered me one. Now I'm pissed!
Dan: You're mad?!
Mark: Mad as hell!
Yes, these guys are in their upper thirties. Yes, they say "dude", "man", "no doubt" and "fully" many, many times a day. Yes, they followed (as in a van, with copious amounts of drugs) the Grateful Dead for an entire year on tour back in the day. Yes, they make me double over with laughter every day. Side-splitting, truly hurting laughter. It's like they are both five and I am the day-care supervisor.
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Mark: Damn, Dan. I don't know how you keep drinking all that coffee so late in the day.
Dan: Really, Mark? Well I don't know how you drink all that whiskey in the bathroom everyday, with your porn mag in one hand your meatball sub in the other.
Mark: Skillfully, dude. Very skillfully.
