Thirteen Steps

Don: I would like some Taco Bell, though.

Don: Why isn’t it in my mouth?

Justin: hard to say.

Justin: it is far away!

Don: My desire shall not sway!

Don: I’ll head forth to the taco establishment with no delay!

Justin: will you have it today?

Don: I just may!

Justin: i say!

Justin: i would not mind eating that way.

Don: So, you’d prefer to join me for the soiree?

Justin: i would have at least three appetizers and an entree!

Don: The idea of this dining-pairing makes me feel so gay!

Don: My hot sauce lust grows. The taco will be my prey.

Justin: shall we join the dining fray?

Don: To my dismay, I must remain in this building until the end of the business day.

Justin: isn’t that always the way?

Don: But will be prepared to embark on the quest for the taco later, okay?

Justin: i should go get some money so i can pay.

Don: Yes, go to the ATM and get some monet.

Don: (little art joke there, wouldn’t you say?)

Justin: well played.

Don: Touche.

Don: Ballet.

Don: So, we just agreed to get some Taco Bell after work, right?