"So you've borrowed the boss's vacuum cleaner and broke it?" Asked Buzz while inspecting the object in question.
"No I did not! It's mine. You know, Buzz, I clean my house. I'm a very clean person." Protested vehemently Andy. How could someone think he didn't have a vacuum cleaner or a mope was beyond himself. Of course he didn't like to clean but he detested even more to live in filth.
"Don't take me for an idiot. It's the Captain's. You want my help, fine but at least be honest." Pleaded the technician.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! I've been living by myself for decades, how do you think I'd survived. That's mine." He said, petting the vacuum. "And why do you think it's Sharon's?! Because I can't buy a Dyson?! I'll let you know I have had this one for years and it's the first time it stopped working." He protested, flabbergasted by his coworker's idiocy.
The other man was about to respond when Rusty entered the room. « Oh, Sharon stuck it again? Give it to me, I know how to take her hair out really quick.»
Annoyed, Andy bumped his fist on the table. « That's not Sharon's! » He said between gritted teeth.
" Oh, well, calm down, Lieutenant. '' Rusty grabbed the Dyson and, with practiced ease, took out the main filter and untangled a large amount of brown reddish hair. « Sharon says she doesn't lose her hair but i still have to clean it up at least once a month. » He fixed it back. « Here, all new. No need to make your blood pressure rise. »
The older man took it back with barely a grumbled « Thank you. » and left the room.
« How can he have more than one month worth of your mother's hair in his vacuum? » Wondered Buzz out loud.
Rusty just laughed. "Oh you don't want to know." Seeing the shocked face of his friend, he tried to correct himself. « They just spend a lot of time together, as friends. They watch movies and at least once a week, they go to his place to cook. Last week they made a big batch of veggie lasagne, which were surprisingly good. »
Buzz looked at Rusty then at the insane amount of hair in the garbage. « Friends… »
