Besides doing a little job hunting, I didn't do anything interesting today, so instead here's a conversation:
Ryter: Circuit City is so sketchy.
Basiorana: It is?
Ryter: There's like dead sections.
Basiorana: That's weird. Like unused sections, or ones with corpses of problem employees?
Ryter: The latter would be awesome.
Ryter: "This was Todd. He didn't give 110%."
Basiorana: I would totally shop there. Imagine the service you'd get.
Ryter: It would be like if Klingons worked retail.
Ryter: "IF YOU SELL A PLASMA SCREEN, YOU GO TO STO-VO-KOR! And get commission. 12%."
Ryter: "STO-VO-KOR!"
Basiorana: Bwahahaha.
Basiorana: Except I can't imagine Klingons give good customer service.
Ryter: "I want to see the manager." "What seems to be the trouble?" "Kang over in computers bit me."
Basiorana: I love Klingons.
Ryter: I love Klingons, and I love Jesus. If only there were a way to combine the two...
Basiorana: Oh my god, I want to photoshop that.
Someday, I must photoshop a Klingon Jesus.
Klingons For Christ!
