Overhead in the halls by the water cooler, at the websides office. Somtimes I push them too hard, but it's for their own good. Really, it is. This little snippet after some heavy slavedriving:
Tkid: it was us against him man. us against him.
murder: solidarity baby, come on. i wouldnt sell you out, im part of the union too here
Tkid: you are a scab!
murder: IVE GOT MOUTHS TO FEED
Tkid: i have moths to feed
murder: wool is mad cheap
Tkid: ok fine
murder: i have to go, hardball with chris matthews is on
Tkid: i understand