Tim: alright Rob, I'll have that expense report on your desk ASAP (clicks tongue and points finger gun with index finger AND middle finger)
Robert: AHH MY GOD
Tim: What, What is it
Robert: Just be cool man, just put it away and nobody has to get hurt, nobody has to go to jail
Tim: Put what away JAIL! wha-
(Robert dives under table)
Robert what are you doing, get out from under there, I have know idea what you're talking about
Robert: Put it away!
Tim: PUT WHAT AWAY!
Robert: (sobbing) Just put it away, please, put it away
Tim: Alright, it's away?
Robert: (comes out from under desk holding shotgun)
Tim: Whoa, OK, that's a gun . pointed at me
Robert: Donald Funkhauser is not one to be out done
Tim: I can think of two things wrongs with that sentence. one: your names not Donald and two: you either used that phrase incorrectly or you think that i had a gun aimed at you at some point in time
Robert: Tim can i ask you a question
Tim: Oh, you want an answer?
Robert: it would be nice, thank you
Tim: mental note; no rhetorical questions with Robert
Robert: It's Donald, YOU DUMB FU-
Tim: YES, you can ask me a question
Robert: Do I look like a one day old baby?
Tim: Again you're saying the phrase wrong, and I've forgotten why that might be a relevant question
Robert: let me jog your memory my young babe. You claimed to have not drawn a firearm in my office, but i have proof, ROLL IT PERSEVILLE!
Tim: Who is Perseville and where do you expect to play this video, there's no T.V. in here
Robert: Just give me a second here (fumbles around behind desk) I can see the switch . alright here we go. GET THE LIGHTS!
Tim: You talking to me?
Robert: No of course not I'm talking to my dead uncle Perseville who haunts this office and is forever indebted to me as a supernatural personal assistant slash minion
Robert: YES I'M TALKING TO YOU!
"Alright Rob, I'll have that expense report on your desk ASAP"
Tim: Wait, wait, wait is this all about THAT. A finger gesture!?!?
Robert: Oh yes, you think you're so smart huh, but i know your secret. I know why you never type with the proper fingerings or salute, because you might shoot something.
Tim: (sweats) Alright, so you got me, but who's going to believe you.
(Both men turn around to see Mort standing in doorway, Robert raises his shotgun to aim at Mort)
Mort: (laughs nervously) I-I-I'm heading home a little early Rob
Tim: If I'm going down your going down with me Mort (raises left handed finger gun to Robert and right hand to Mort) I'm so sorry
Robert: it doesn't have to be like this
Tim: Are you sure?
Robert: No, I'm pretty sure we have to die here
Mort: No, we end this now, like real men. Raise your Fingers
(everybody raises finger guns)
All: PEW! PEW! PEW! PEW! PEW! (flailing arms)
Mort: (last standing, raises finger to own head, cocks thumb back and fires)