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"I'm not completing any damn interview until--"
"What the hell's for dinner?" the boy demanded.
"Let me see, let me see," said the Lab Coat Man, flipping through the
pages on his clipboard.
"Excuse me. Point of order here..." began Prof. Sigger.
"That pizza today sucked."
"I certainly can't disagree with you there."
"I am negotiating for my release, so if we could stick to the topic -"
"Couldn't you have at least baked it instead of microwaving it?"
"Out of my control, I'm afraid."
"Am I invisible? Am I not part of this conversation?"
"Patience, Mr. Sigger," replied the Lab Coat Man, flipping back to his
top sheet.
"Professor Sigger!"
"Frigging crybaby," muttered the boy.
"I'll have you know--!" bellowed Sigger, his voice cracking in a most
un-John Wayne like fashion.
"Now, now," began the Lab Coat Man.
"So what's it going to be? More bad pizza?"
"La dee da, la dee da! Never mind that I'm here! I think I'll just
find a corner and sit here while you two carry on this most important
of conversations."
"Oh, no, Prof. Sigger, we have our interview.
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