Moving On, Pt. 1
Pete:I've got the seat adjusted right.
Clark:Perfect height, yeah.
Andy:She got rid of it. My blue sweater. What is that about?
Pete:I was just leaving.
Andy:Stay! We are in the bro-zone layer. Ok? Nard dog, Plop and Clarker Posey, AKA Clarkwork Orange. Here's the sitch: Erin dumped me, natch. But she got rid of my blue sweater, which was her favorite. Is she moving on a little fast, or am I being a total psycho? Plop, you go first.
Pete:I don't know. Women do tend to move on quicker than men.
Andy:Survey says: ENH! Doesn't make me feel better at all. Zero Clark Thirty, what do you got?
Clark:Look at it this way, being a bachelor is not all bad. I mean, you've got your freedom now.
Andy:Last night I ordered a pizza by myself and I ate it over the sink like a rat.
Clark:There you go, good for you.
Andy:No.
Clark:You just let it all hang out, that's what...
Andy:May not seem like it, but this really helped. So, thank you. [Andy leaves]
Clark:I'll give you a hundred dollars to wear that sweater to work tomorrow.