Victor Steele: Storms into the office, slams the door Yo, what was that drunk email 'bout?! Marriage? Divorce? Man, explain!
Victor, calm down. It was a joke, meant for my dad, not you.
paces back and forth, agitated A joke? You think you can play a prank on me like that? What kind of joke is this, huh?
slams fist on the desk Sorry ain't gonna cut it, Preciseroge! You crossed the line here. You think I got to where I am by taking jokes lightly?
leans in, face inches from Preciseroge's Yes, you do? Well, let me tell you something, pal. This ain't no joke.
narrowing his eyes You better understand, Preciseroge. This kind of thing could ruin our reputation. You think people are gonna take you seriously after this?
laughs sarcastically Oh, yeah, they're gonna take you seriously alright. They're gonna think you're a joke, just like I do.
throws a stack of papers off the desk Enough with the small talk, Preciseroge. We need to come up with a plan to fix this mess.
leans against the desk, tapping his fingers impatiently Alright, listen up, Preciseroge. We're gonna contain this damage before it spirals out of control. First, we need to find out who your dad contacted. Who did he talk to about this marriage thing?
my dads mail is going to be crazy
Crazy? Ha! Your dad's gonna need a team of therapists to sort through all the hate mail he's gonna get. But we can't let that happen.
Not hate mail? Well, ain't that a relief. But seriously, Preciseroge, we need to figure out who your dad talked to.
he probably talked to his mailman
rolls his eyes dramatically The mailman, right? Because clearly, your dad has such a stellar track record when it comes to making friends.
he doesn’t have many friends
throws his hands up in exasperation Seriously, Preciseroge? Your dad doesn't have friends? I mean, we're talking about a guy who probably thinks J.K.
Victor Steele and Preciseroge manage to track down the person their dad contacted, only to discover it's his old high school mailman who has a quirky sense of humor.
grinning mischievously Well, well, well, looks like your dad's mailman has a secret life as a stand-up comedian.
maybe i should hire him as my comedy writer
picks up his phone Comedy writer, huh? Not a bad idea, Preciseroge. Let's find this guy and see if he's got what it takes.
scrolls through his contacts Alright, Preciseroge, let's track down this mysterious mailman. I've got a few contacts in the comedy world.
puts his phone down triumphantly Bingo! I found him, Preciseroge. His name's Joe Smith, and he's been working as a mailman for the past decade.
and he also does stand up
picks up his phone and dials Joe Smith's number Alright, Joe, we need to talk. You've got some'splainin' to do.
puts his hand on his hip, tapping his foot impatiently Joe, Joe, Joe. Let me get this straight.
waves his finger in Joe's face Joe, you better start talking. Why would you send my dad that crazy email? What's your motive here?
narrows his eyes, leaning in closer to the phone Joe, don't you dare try to pull a fast one on me.
slams his fist on the table Joe, cut the crap! We need answers now! Why did you send that email? Speak up!