Thomas : *is decorating the meeting room for Elenda's birthday*
Amanda : *comes inside the room* ... are you kidding ?
Thomas : I'm not done yet.
Amanda : Thomas... *takes a balloon* this fits in the palm of my hand, you haven't blown them up enough ! why have you chosen brown and grey ballons ?
Thomas : they match the carpet.
Amanda : what is that ? *point to a banner* "it is your birthday" period...
Thomas : it's a statement of fact.
Amanda : not even an exclamation point ?
Thomas : this is more professional ! it's not like she found a cure for cancer !
Amanda : I can't believe how bad this looks...
Thomas : *throws a "ribbon" that is actually toilet paper which he was going to staple it to the ceiling* are you trying to hurt my feelings ? because if so you are succeeding. fortunately my feelings regenerates at twice the speed of a normal man's.








