-- Sells Land With Wolves, we need to have a talk.
-- Call me, Sells Land.
-- Yes. Well. After your last couple of sales, I won't be calling you anything. You're fired.
-- Tell me why. Spare no detail.
-- Well, Sells Land, you know that three bedroom on Bancroft you just sold?
-- Fantastic place. Homey. Very quaint.
-- Yes well, we were hoping to get $495,000 for it. Do you remember how much YOU sold it for?
-- Not off hand, no.
-- 34 cents.
-- And a wolf.
-- Right. Well, that's the third or fourth apartment you've sold for less than or equal to the value of a stamp.
-- And a wolf.
-- Yes, but, we honestly don't need three wolves. We don't even need ONE wolf. They're terrorizing the office!
(Real Estate boss opens door, a wolf is gnawing on the secretary, another one is xeroxing its butt. Sells Land chuckles.)-- I apologize.
-- Well, I think it's too late for that. I mean, I'm looking over your record and I'm surprised you even lasted this long!
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