Well, it’s official.

What is?

You’re gonna be an astronaut?

No, sadly.

I know, right?

I’m gonna move in with Mark.

When did you two get serious?

Ha. Ha.

Wait, like, seriously?

Yeah, I’m sick of living in Queens.

You weren’t far!

As such things go.

It still sucked, and Mark wants to get into a new building for a change of scenery.

Wait, he’s moving because he just wants a change of scenery?

Yeah, crazy, huh?

Not really, rents are down.

True. So yeah. We decided to get a nice three bedroom somewhere.

Nice! Guest room?

Naw, office.

What do either of you need an office for?

I’m gonna start doing more writing.

Enough to need an office?

Hopefully. Or it’ll end up a spare room.

Nice one. Where are you looking?

East Village.

Sweet!

Should be!

But this ends here.

Uhm, what does?

First it’s you and Mark and then Jake moves into the spare room and then, what, we’re the cast of Friends? No.

Don’t worry, I see no reason to leave Brooklyn.

Good.

Ugh.

What?

Brooklyn.

I’m like a stop over the bridge!

Yeah. Hipsterville much?

I am not a hipster!

Yet.

It is much like a zombie infection.

No hipsters shall bite me, no worries there!

Well keep yourself safe. Buy a flamethrower.

Ohhh! Can I?

I could lend you…

No! Mel… you are not allowed to actually have a flamethrower.

Bah!

And why do you own one, Sven?

I don’t know. Why do you own a baseball glove?

Uhm, because I like to play baseball?

All right then.

Wait, so you like setting things on fire with gel?

It’s for work.

I want a job that requires me to have a flamethrower!

Doesn’t everyone?

No, wait, I’m seriously interested here. What work requires that? Outside of mercenary in 1975.

Product testing.

Oh dear lord.

What are you testing?

Stuff.

Stuff?

Stuff.

Stuff that shouldn’t catch fire?

Oh, you know of the stuff?

HAHAHAHA!

What stuff, specifically?

I don’t know. Different things.

Wait I thought it was for stuff. Now it’s also for things?

Stuff and things.

Non-flammable stuff and things!

Exactly.

I just want to know one concrete example of a thing, or some stuff. Just one.

Shoes.

You’re making flame thrower resistant shoes?

Maybe.

What about socks? If the socks catch who cares if the shoes don’t?

I may have to offer you a job.

Yay!

Dear lord.

And then we could make nail polish! Socks, shoes and toes! All dandy despite a good flame thrower-ing.

I don’t think nail polish would help. I mean…

I bet you could sell it anyway.

Sadly enough I could -  probably.

This is such a bucket of bad ideas the monkeys have to find a new home.

Poor monkeys. Poor, poor monkeys.

We’ll make them flame resistant.

Super-monkeys! HOORAY!

This will only end in tears and a Charlton Heston film.

Sounds about right.

Damn dirty, flame resistant, apes!