Did you get the sandwiches?

Yeah, eventually.

No crap, what took so long?

So I was at the deli…

Where one would hope to find the sandwiches.

Exactly so. And I notice there’s a line.

A line? It’s after midnight.

And yet? Line. So I’m standing there and there have to be like six people ahead of me.

This is madness!

No! This! Is! The Deli!

Oh, god, did you have to go there?

I think so. So I’m waiting on the line and the guy in front of me keeps changing his mind.

Oh no.

Yeah. First he wants roast beef, then no, turkey, then with swiss, oh no cheddar. Mustard, wait no, mayo. Lettuce, oh maybe no lettuce.

He can’t work out what he wants?

At all!

So then, let me guess, you punched him in the throat and threw him to the ground?

Uhm, not really, no.

Should’ve.

Sure. If you say so, Conan.

You know what’s best in life? Not being behind jerks like that and hearing the lamentation of their women!

You have no interest in their women.

Except the lamentations, thereof.

You’re a strange one.

I’m delirious from hunger!

You’re delirious from being dropped on the head as a child or something.

Now that’s just mean.

You want a sandwich or not?

Yah-huh!

Oh, and they didn’t have any sour cream and onion chips.

Aw maaaaaan.

So I grabbed some pretzels.

I distrust these pretzels you offer.

What, why?

I dunno. Why not?

Shut up and eat your sandwich. I had to deal with crazy indecisive man for it.

You’re a good guy, Jacob. Braving the hazards of other humans nearby, just for dinner.

I deserve a medal.

Or something.

No, a medal. Not “or something,” a medal. Should I be clearer?

All right. You deserve a medal.

Of bravery.

Mmm-hmm.

For service above and be… you’re not listening at all are you?

Mmm-mmm. M’eatim my sanglitch!

And talking with your mouth full.

So schtop askin me quessins!