Office Space:
Simba's Advice
Mickey came in through the doorway of his appartment. And sat down on the couch with a depressed look on his face.
"Hey Mickey Man!" Simba called through the walls.
Mickey shuddered.
"Check out Channel Nine, Check out this chick!" Simba called out again.
"Dammit, Simba can't you just pretend that we can't hear eachother through the walls!" Mickey called back.
"Oh sorry man, is Anne over there or something?" Simba called back.
"NO!...Uh...If you want to talk to me...just come over." Mickey called back.
Simba then got up and walked over to Mickey's Apartment on the other side next door.
Simba closed the door with his tail.
"Hey man!" Simba greeted Mickey.
Simba then went over to the table in front of Mickey and got the remote with his teeth.
"Check this out!" Simba said and changed the channel to Nine.
There was a naked female black mouse with her chest exposed.
"Oh Simba....." Mickey whined.
"Oh sorry man I thought you'd wanna see this." Simba said.
Simba looked back at the naked mouse on the TV.
"Don't you think that mouse looks like Anne?" Simba asked.
"Well....yeah...sort of." Mickey replied in a depressed state.
"Hey she hasn't been over here in a while? You still going out with her?" Simba asked.
"Yeah, I guess...sometimes I get the feeling that she's cheating on me or something." Mickey answered.
"Yeah I get that feeling too man." Simba replied.
"What makes you say that?" Mickey asked in a suprised voice.
"I don't know man, I just get that feeling.....looking at her..that she's the type of chick that would just....huuh." Simba shuddered.
But then he realized.
"Oh sorry man, I'm just talking out of my ass..." Simba started to apologize.
"No No...It's all right." Mickey said as he got up to go get a beer in the fridge.
"I just had a ruff day that's all." Mickey explained as he got two beers out of the fridge.
"Yeah tell me about it!" Simba agreed.
"Ohhh..." Simba moaned as he climbed up on Mickey's couch and settled down.
"I gotta wake my ass up everyday this week." Simba said.
"I'm working on solving some of the more grueling problems facing the pridelands and they need more time to solve then others." Simba explained.
"Let me ask you something...when you come in on monday and you're not feeling very well...does anyone say to you "Sounds like a case of the mondays?" Mickey asked.
"No. NO Man. Shit NO Man. I Believe you'd get your ass kicked saying something like that man." Simab replied.
"We still going fishing this weekend?" Simba asked.
"Nah...Mortimer's gonna have me work on Saturday I just now it." Mickey said in a depressed voice.
"Well You can get out of that easily." Simba started.
"How?" Mickey asked.
"Well, typically a boss will ask you to work on the weekends at the end of the week right? Simba asked as he got up and got his beer from Mickey.
"Yeah." Mickey replied.
"Well all you need to do is lay low the last few hours on Friday, get out early, turn off your answering machine, you should be home free man." Simba explained as he opened his bottle of beer with his paws and he headed back to the couch.
"That's a really good idea!" Mickey said his spirits finally lifting.
"Say Simba?" Mickey began as he walked back and sat in a chair beside the couch.
"What would you do if you had a million dollars?" Mickey asked.
"I'll tell you what I would do. Two lionesses at the same time." Simba replied.
Mickey smiled.
Simba's expression remained stern.
"That's it? If you had a million dollars you'd do two lionesses at the same time." Mickey asked.
"Damn straight I always wanted to do that man. I'd figure if I were a millionair, I could arrange that too, cause lionnesses dig lions with money." Simba explained.
"Well not all lionesses." Mickey pointed out.
"Just the ones that double up on lions like me." Simba replied.
"Good point." Mickey said.
"Well now what would you do?" Simba asked.
"Besides two mice at the same time?" Mickey asked.
"Well yeah." Simba replied.
"Nothing." Mickey answered.
"Nothing huh." Simba replied.
"Yeah, I would relax, I would sit on my ass all day...I would do nothing." Mickey answered.
"Well you don't need a million dollars to do nothing. Take a look at my Uncle. He's broke, don't do shit!" Simba pointed out.
To Be Continued...
Simba's Advice
Mickey came in through the doorway of his appartment. And sat down on the couch with a depressed look on his face.
"Hey Mickey Man!" Simba called through the walls.
Mickey shuddered.
"Check out Channel Nine, Check out this chick!" Simba called out again.
"Dammit, Simba can't you just pretend that we can't hear eachother through the walls!" Mickey called back.
"Oh sorry man, is Anne over there or something?" Simba called back.
"NO!...Uh...If you want to talk to me...just come over." Mickey called back.
Simba then got up and walked over to Mickey's Apartment on the other side next door.
Simba closed the door with his tail.
"Hey man!" Simba greeted Mickey.
Simba then went over to the table in front of Mickey and got the remote with his teeth.
"Check this out!" Simba said and changed the channel to Nine.
There was a naked female black mouse with her chest exposed.
"Oh Simba....." Mickey whined.
"Oh sorry man I thought you'd wanna see this." Simba said.
Simba looked back at the naked mouse on the TV.
"Don't you think that mouse looks like Anne?" Simba asked.
"Well....yeah...sort of." Mickey replied in a depressed state.
"Hey she hasn't been over here in a while? You still going out with her?" Simba asked.
"Yeah, I guess...sometimes I get the feeling that she's cheating on me or something." Mickey answered.
"Yeah I get that feeling too man." Simba replied.
"What makes you say that?" Mickey asked in a suprised voice.
"I don't know man, I just get that feeling.....looking at her..that she's the type of chick that would just....huuh." Simba shuddered.
But then he realized.
"Oh sorry man, I'm just talking out of my ass..." Simba started to apologize.
"No No...It's all right." Mickey said as he got up to go get a beer in the fridge.
"I just had a ruff day that's all." Mickey explained as he got two beers out of the fridge.
"Yeah tell me about it!" Simba agreed.
"Ohhh..." Simba moaned as he climbed up on Mickey's couch and settled down.
"I gotta wake my ass up everyday this week." Simba said.
"I'm working on solving some of the more grueling problems facing the pridelands and they need more time to solve then others." Simba explained.
"Let me ask you something...when you come in on monday and you're not feeling very well...does anyone say to you "Sounds like a case of the mondays?" Mickey asked.
"No. NO Man. Shit NO Man. I Believe you'd get your ass kicked saying something like that man." Simab replied.
"We still going fishing this weekend?" Simba asked.
"Nah...Mortimer's gonna have me work on Saturday I just now it." Mickey said in a depressed voice.
"Well You can get out of that easily." Simba started.
"How?" Mickey asked.
"Well, typically a boss will ask you to work on the weekends at the end of the week right? Simba asked as he got up and got his beer from Mickey.
"Yeah." Mickey replied.
"Well all you need to do is lay low the last few hours on Friday, get out early, turn off your answering machine, you should be home free man." Simba explained as he opened his bottle of beer with his paws and he headed back to the couch.
"That's a really good idea!" Mickey said his spirits finally lifting.
"Say Simba?" Mickey began as he walked back and sat in a chair beside the couch.
"What would you do if you had a million dollars?" Mickey asked.
"I'll tell you what I would do. Two lionesses at the same time." Simba replied.
Mickey smiled.
Simba's expression remained stern.
"That's it? If you had a million dollars you'd do two lionesses at the same time." Mickey asked.
"Damn straight I always wanted to do that man. I'd figure if I were a millionair, I could arrange that too, cause lionnesses dig lions with money." Simba explained.
"Well not all lionesses." Mickey pointed out.
"Just the ones that double up on lions like me." Simba replied.
"Good point." Mickey said.
"Well now what would you do?" Simba asked.
"Besides two mice at the same time?" Mickey asked.
"Well yeah." Simba replied.
"Nothing." Mickey answered.
"Nothing huh." Simba replied.
"Yeah, I would relax, I would sit on my ass all day...I would do nothing." Mickey answered.
"Well you don't need a million dollars to do nothing. Take a look at my Uncle. He's broke, don't do shit!" Simba pointed out.
To Be Continued...