So I'm sitting at my desk at work on the day of the Michael Jackson memorial and I get an instant message from the resident slacker at my job via
Microsoft Communicator (basically Instant Messenger for the Workplace).
Slacker: Did you
moonwalk to your office this morning?
Troy: Shh-mon!
Slacker: And did you start your day with a
beat-it?
Troy: Ha! Nope, but I am gonna end it with a
thriller.
Slacker: With
Billie Jean?
Troy: Not my love...old news,
she's out of my life for some time now.
Slacker: You can teach her the
ABCs. I've heard they are easy as 1-2-3.
Troy: Or is it as easy as
black or white?
Slacker: Sometimes you have to just look at the
man in the mirror.
Troy: Whoa, where did that come from? You and your
off the wall comments.
Slacker: Hey buddy, do you
wanna be starting something?
Troy: Try as you wish, I'm
unbreakable.
Slacker: Nah.. you are just a
P.Y.T.
Troy: I don't know where you're going with that last comment but if there is a pretty young thing out there you should know
the girl is mine.
Slacker: I'd like to
jam with you on Communicator about MJ all afternoon but some of us gotta work.
Troy: Work? You? Ha!
I want to be where you are...come in when I want, "work" from home when I want.
...
[Slacker is taking a long time to respond]
...
Troy: What? Have you resorted to googling songs now? What type of
monkey business is this?
Slacker: You think you are a
smooth criminal, but you're just a hater.
Troy: Dude, not only am I smooth, I am also
dangerous.
Slacker:
Say, say, say whatever you want.
Troy: Lots more to say...for instance, did I ever tell you I once dated
Dirty Diana.
Slacker: Nope...I'm pretty sure you are still
in the closet.
Troy: I'm so far removed from you and your "closet" that I'm a
stranger in moscow.
Slacker: Who are you fooling? You are with
Ben thinking about
butterflies.
Troy: You've got the wrong guy. I'm with a
beautiful girl.
Slacker:
You are not alone with her, I'm with her too.
Troy: Hey, are you calling my girl a
cheater?
Slacker: Her and I have been
workin day and night until there is
blood on the dance floor.
Troy: Blood?? Can someone say, "
in the back?" But if that's your thing, may I suggest you
don't stop until you get enough.
Slacker: It's my patented move. I call it the
rockin robin.
Troy: Dude, I'm laughing so much I am
speechless.
Slacker: Why don't you go ahead and
cry then?
Troy: I haven't cried since
childhood...I can't even
remember the time?
Slacker: Hey
tabloid junkie, enough of this crap, I gotta do some work.
Troy: Ha! You finally realized that
you can't win huh?
Slacker: Dude, quit it. Someone just walked in my cube. This dialogue in the Communicator window looks
bad.
Troy:
Who is it?
Slacker: My boss. Had he seen this my ass would have been
on the line. Okay, definitely quitting now.
Troy: Look at him and yell, "
Leave me alone!"
Slacker: Dude, you're crazy. I want to spend
one day in your life.
Troy: Hey, it's just
another part of me.
Slacker: Are you sure its not just
human nature?
Troy: Enough slacking, back to work. Time to
heal the world one
Liberian girl at a time.
Slacker: Dude you are a trip. One last song drop and I am done. Like all the great ones,
gone too soon.