Dooker
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Got this from a bro in the office. He says it's an actual transcript of a conversation between DG and FR. Scary stuff.
DG: Any plans for lunch? Me and KP are gonna hit Bone Daddy's.
FR: Gonna pass. Kind of busy, as you can see.
DG: Heh-heh. I do see that.
FR: Decisions, decisions.
DG: It’s why you make the big bucks.
FR: I wish!
DG: Seriously, I meant to compliment you on your layoffs. Genius work. Pure genius.
FR: Well, thanks, DG!
DG: It’s made me realize … you have so much to teach me.
FR: Now, DG …
DG: Seriously. You da man.
[Sound of high-fiving, followed by chest bumping].
FR: And you my nigga, DG.
DG: But there is one thing …
FR: What is it?
DG: This messing with crew meals, right on top of layoffs, and then following it up with a promise to evaluate pay …
FR: Your point?
DG: Well, sir, isn’t it kind of like making them eat a ******************** sandwich after pissing on their parade?
[Sound of drawer being pulled open, followed by the sound of the slide being drawn back on a pistol.]
FR: Know what this is, DG?
DG: Sure. That’s a Colt .45.
FR: That’s right, DG. Any idea why I’m pointing it at your head?
DG: (swallows hard) Uhm, no.
FR: Let’s say I’m management. And you’re the pilot group. And I just pulled a gun on you. What are you gonna do?
DG: Well …
FR: Well, what?
DG: I guess … nothing.
FR: Exactly!
DG: So you’re saying …
FR: I’m saying you’ve got to realize who’s in charge around here, DG. You’re the one with the gun.
DG: But aren’t you afraid they might form a union?
FR: Nope.
DG: But, sir, it’s all over flightinfo.
FR: Don’t tell me you read that garbage, DG.
DG: Well, FR, I got admit, I …
FR: Don’t you worry your pretty little head. I got it all figured out.
DG: You do?
FR: Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll wait for them to get good and organized. Then we’ll spring our big surprise.
DG: Which is?
FR: Pay raises for the top hundred and fifty! That union drive’ll be over with faster than you can say “Norma Rae.”
DG: By God, you’re right!
FR: This ain’t my first rodeo, DG.
DG: Uh, say, FR?
FR: Yes, DG?
DG: You mind putting the gun down?
FR: Sure, DG. Sure.
DG: Any plans for lunch? Me and KP are gonna hit Bone Daddy's.
FR: Gonna pass. Kind of busy, as you can see.
DG: Heh-heh. I do see that.
FR: Decisions, decisions.
DG: It’s why you make the big bucks.
FR: I wish!
DG: Seriously, I meant to compliment you on your layoffs. Genius work. Pure genius.
FR: Well, thanks, DG!
DG: It’s made me realize … you have so much to teach me.
FR: Now, DG …
DG: Seriously. You da man.
[Sound of high-fiving, followed by chest bumping].
FR: And you my nigga, DG.
DG: But there is one thing …
FR: What is it?
DG: This messing with crew meals, right on top of layoffs, and then following it up with a promise to evaluate pay …
FR: Your point?
DG: Well, sir, isn’t it kind of like making them eat a ******************** sandwich after pissing on their parade?
[Sound of drawer being pulled open, followed by the sound of the slide being drawn back on a pistol.]
FR: Know what this is, DG?
DG: Sure. That’s a Colt .45.
FR: That’s right, DG. Any idea why I’m pointing it at your head?
DG: (swallows hard) Uhm, no.
FR: Let’s say I’m management. And you’re the pilot group. And I just pulled a gun on you. What are you gonna do?
DG: Well …
FR: Well, what?
DG: I guess … nothing.
FR: Exactly!
DG: So you’re saying …
FR: I’m saying you’ve got to realize who’s in charge around here, DG. You’re the one with the gun.
DG: But aren’t you afraid they might form a union?
FR: Nope.
DG: But, sir, it’s all over flightinfo.
FR: Don’t tell me you read that garbage, DG.
DG: Well, FR, I got admit, I …
FR: Don’t you worry your pretty little head. I got it all figured out.
DG: You do?
FR: Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll wait for them to get good and organized. Then we’ll spring our big surprise.
DG: Which is?
FR: Pay raises for the top hundred and fifty! That union drive’ll be over with faster than you can say “Norma Rae.”
DG: By God, you’re right!
FR: This ain’t my first rodeo, DG.
DG: Uh, say, FR?
FR: Yes, DG?
DG: You mind putting the gun down?
FR: Sure, DG. Sure.