Matt shut his laptop and threw his pad and pen across the room. This was useless. He wasn't able to write a single paragraph and have it be funny at the same time. He needed something... something to get his brain started. And then, it came to him. He needed to smoke! That will help him function properly.
He began digging through his drawers until he found what he was looking for: his pack of Marlboro 100's and a lighter. He lit up and enjoyed the feeling of smoke filling his lungs until... A very loud beeping started and soon he was soaked from head to tow. Needless to say that his cigarette was also ruined. He stormed angrily out of his office and entered Danny's.
"Since when do we have smoke detectors???"
"What?" Danny asked as he raised his head from the huge stack of papers he was reading.
"Since.when.do.we.have.smoke.detectors?" he repeated slowly.
"I don't know, Matt, since it's illegal not to have ones? How the hell should I know?"
"Well, shouldn't you know stuff like that? Isn't it part of your producing this show or whatever?"
"Why are you going around searching for smoke detectors anyway? Don't you have sketches to write?" Danny asked ignoring his question. "And why are you dripping wet??"
"I tried to smoke."
"You what?"
"I tried to smoke. In my office."
"Why?" Danny asked, a smile playing on his lips.
"Because...! Because I wanted to!"
"Wow, I really can't get why you're having trouble writing... Verbal skills all over the place!"
"That's what I'm saying here! I need to smoke so that I can write!"
"Hey, whatever pushes your buttons, Matt... Just go outside and smoke."
"I can't go outside!"
"Why not?"
"Because I want to smoke in the privacy of my own office."
"Whatever. You know those things could kill you, right?"
"Unlike say hmm... cocaine?" Matt shot back sarcastically as he started walking around Danny's office. But before Danny could reply he said enthusiastically
"You don't have them!"
"Them?"
"Smoke detectors. You don't have any!"
"I don't know Matt, I haven't checked. I've been quite busy doing… you know...my job!"
"That's great!"
"What's great?"
"That you don't have smoke detectors."
"Why?"
"Because I can just smoke here!"
"NO! There is no way you are smoking here! Absolutely not!" Danny said in a high pitched voice.
"You know you sound plain creepy when you have that voice, right?"
"Yeah, whatever" Danny said clearing his throat. "You're not smoking here."
"Why not?"
"Because it's icky..."
"Icky? Wow, don't you sound masculine when you are using that word."
"...the smell just impregnates your clothes and your hair..."
"Your hair?"
"...and it's really unhealthy."
"Again, the coke addict is telling me what's healthy."
"Yeah, but cocaine affects just the one who is using it. Have you ever heard of passive smoking?"
"Geez, Danny, it's just ONE cigarette!"
"Do what you want, but I'm not staying here and inhaling your smoke. I'm going to talk to Cal. And don't sit on my couch! You are going to get it all wet!" he added as he was exiting the room.
"Fine, suit yourself", Matt said as he lit up and plopped himself on the couch. "Oh, and I'm going to need a new laptop; this one is pretty much useless being wet and all", he called after Danny.