Office Space:
I Am Not A Pussy
"Boy I'll Tell You Somedays..one of these days it's gonna be..." Mickey Started.
Mickey then put his hands up making them look like a big machine gun.
"DUUDUDUUD!" Mickey sounded, as if it were a real gun sound.
Just then a waiter came by.
"DUDUDUUD" He repeated jokingly.
"So what can I get you gentlemen? Something to drink or something to nibble on? Some pizza shooters, Shrimp Poppers or Extreme Fiettas?" He asked.
Mickey looked at him solomly.
"Just coffee." Mickey ordered.
"OK...sounds like a case of the Mondays." The waiter observed and he knocked on the table lightly with a smile. Then he left.
Mickey looked at Goofy and Donald.
"What if were....still doing this when were fifty?" Mickey asked them.
"It would be nice to have that kind of job security." Donald answered.
"Mortimer is gonna have me work on Saturday....Yep..I'm gonna end up doing it because I'm a big pussy...which is why I work at Disney in the first place." Mickey said.
"Yeah well I work at Disney, and I'm not a pussy..." Goofy sneered.
"Yes and I am also not a pussy!" Donald replied.
"In fact they'll find out the hard way that I'm not a pussy if they don't start treating me better. I'll get a virus that will rip the company up big time." Donald explained.
Just then Mickey saw the waitress that he had his eye on for some time.
"Oh there she is!" Mickey said with his eyes going wide.
Donald looked over his shoulder and Goofy looked at the waitress as well.
"Mickey you always talk about this girl. If your so obsessed with her, why don't you ask her out?" Goofy asked.
"Naw, I can't do that. I'm just another asshole customer, you can't just walk up to a waitress and ask her out." Mickey said.
"Oh that reminds me, I'm not going to be able to play poker with you guys this weekend." Mickey remembered.
"Why what's going on?" Goofy asked.
"I'm going to see this occupational hypnotherapist with Anne." Mickey explained.
"Dude, an occupational hypnotherapist!" Donald said in a suprised voice.
"Yeah, Anne wants me to go. She thinks it might help...." Mickey's said as his voice sank.
"You know I kinda get the feeling that she's cheating on me." Mickey said as he stared at his coffee.
"Yeah I know what you mean." Donald replied.
Mickey looked up and starred at Donald.
"What's that supposed to mean!" Mickey asked with some shock in his voice.
"Nothing!" Donald answered.
"Why don't you just tell Anne that your not into hypnosis and you wanna play poker with us." Donald said.
No, I can't do that, she'll get all pissed off and I think the guy might be able to help. I mean he did help Anne lose weight." Mickey replied in a glum state.
"Mickey she's anorexic." Goofy explained.
"Yeah I know. The Guy is really good."
"Well, I don't think any occupational hypnotheropsis is gonna help solve any of your problems." Donald said.
"And Speaking of problems what this I hear about you messing up on your TPS reports!" Donald accused.
"Yeah, didn't you get that memo?" Goofy asked.
To be continued.....
I Am Not A Pussy
"Boy I'll Tell You Somedays..one of these days it's gonna be..." Mickey Started.
Mickey then put his hands up making them look like a big machine gun.
"DUUDUDUUD!" Mickey sounded, as if it were a real gun sound.
Just then a waiter came by.
"DUDUDUUD" He repeated jokingly.
"So what can I get you gentlemen? Something to drink or something to nibble on? Some pizza shooters, Shrimp Poppers or Extreme Fiettas?" He asked.
Mickey looked at him solomly.
"Just coffee." Mickey ordered.
"OK...sounds like a case of the Mondays." The waiter observed and he knocked on the table lightly with a smile. Then he left.
Mickey looked at Goofy and Donald.
"What if were....still doing this when were fifty?" Mickey asked them.
"It would be nice to have that kind of job security." Donald answered.
"Mortimer is gonna have me work on Saturday....Yep..I'm gonna end up doing it because I'm a big pussy...which is why I work at Disney in the first place." Mickey said.
"Yeah well I work at Disney, and I'm not a pussy..." Goofy sneered.
"Yes and I am also not a pussy!" Donald replied.
"In fact they'll find out the hard way that I'm not a pussy if they don't start treating me better. I'll get a virus that will rip the company up big time." Donald explained.
Just then Mickey saw the waitress that he had his eye on for some time.
"Oh there she is!" Mickey said with his eyes going wide.
Donald looked over his shoulder and Goofy looked at the waitress as well.
"Mickey you always talk about this girl. If your so obsessed with her, why don't you ask her out?" Goofy asked.
"Naw, I can't do that. I'm just another asshole customer, you can't just walk up to a waitress and ask her out." Mickey said.
"Oh that reminds me, I'm not going to be able to play poker with you guys this weekend." Mickey remembered.
"Why what's going on?" Goofy asked.
"I'm going to see this occupational hypnotherapist with Anne." Mickey explained.
"Dude, an occupational hypnotherapist!" Donald said in a suprised voice.
"Yeah, Anne wants me to go. She thinks it might help...." Mickey's said as his voice sank.
"You know I kinda get the feeling that she's cheating on me." Mickey said as he stared at his coffee.
"Yeah I know what you mean." Donald replied.
Mickey looked up and starred at Donald.
"What's that supposed to mean!" Mickey asked with some shock in his voice.
"Nothing!" Donald answered.
"Why don't you just tell Anne that your not into hypnosis and you wanna play poker with us." Donald said.
No, I can't do that, she'll get all pissed off and I think the guy might be able to help. I mean he did help Anne lose weight." Mickey replied in a glum state.
"Mickey she's anorexic." Goofy explained.
"Yeah I know. The Guy is really good."
"Well, I don't think any occupational hypnotheropsis is gonna help solve any of your problems." Donald said.
"And Speaking of problems what this I hear about you messing up on your TPS reports!" Donald accused.
"Yeah, didn't you get that memo?" Goofy asked.
To be continued.....