Week 2: Enter Ducky, who like my own personal fowl, squeezes his desk right up into mine.
Me: Wow. You smell like Vodka.
D: Dude, but I ate chicken.
Me: Hmm. Was your chicken dipped in a vat of vodka?
D: Dude, but I haven't had a drink for like a whole hour.
Me: Yes well, did you dip yourself in a vat of vodka perhaps?
D: Dude, seriously, can you smell it?
Me: Um... I think the thump we just heard was a guy down the hallway passing out from the overwhelming smell.
D: Oh shit. Seriously.
Me: (blink)
D: So do you wanna get a drink with me afterwards? I know this great bar....
Me: Oh yeah? Do they have any more vodka?
D: Do you like vodka?
Me: No.
D: Do you like chicken?
Me: No.
D: Do you want to just get a bottle with me later?
Me: Um... tempting. But still no.
D: Do you wanna eat some chicken with me later?
Me: Um... no. Even if I weren't a vegetarian, no.
D: Yeah. I am a vegetarian, too.
Me: Fascinating.
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