Eight
“So you’re the big man now, huh?”
“Not really,”
“No, you’re just the same turd burglar,”
“I guess,”
“Yeah, you guess you’re a butt pirate, and you’re right about that,”
“Okay,”
“I mean, with UNIX and ARPANET, you just fell your well-hammered butt right into a promotion,”
“On the shoulders of giants, nothing new, just a little step forward for us,”
“I’m just giving you the business, buddy. Or should I call you butt-buddy? Wait, no. Never mind, I didn’t mean that, you’re not my butt-buddy cause I’m not like that,”
“Are you sure?”
“I said it wrong, just shut up about it already,”
“Okay,”
“Check out that girl’s knockers,”
“You want a wiener?”
“What the f**k did you just say to me?”
“Do you want a hotdog, Steve. I’m cooking dogs and burgers. Which would you like, or would
