The Brawn is holding a device up to the wall. It beeps rapidly when placed in certain spots.
"Hey," I say as I pass by. "You found me."
"What is that?" Max asks, trying hard not to sound annoyed as the objectively annoying sounds emanating from the device.
"Seriously," the Bean agrees, not trying quite so hard.
"A stud finder," the Brawn says.
As I head down to the basement, I turn to see Max realize what I'd said, and the look of horrified amusement as she begins to laugh silently, followed by the Bean saying, "oh my GOD." The sound of Top Management howling from her studio was just icing on the burger.
It's all downhill from here.
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