“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Ask me a question, why are you asking me if you can? You just did.”

“Because it’s a serious question?”

“Oh? Well I’m seriously interested now.”

“This isn’t the time to be funny, it’s about something…”

“Ok then, what’s it about?”

“You’re professionalism”

“How can you question my professionalism? We’re in bed are we not?”

“This is totally not professionalism, and you know It.”

“Fine, fine…what’s it about?”

“Have you decided where you want to work, you know, since you’re all unpaid to work?”

“No, I haven’t thought about anything…I’ve just been thinking about spending time with you and you’re wonder—“

“You have no right to finish that sentence…Not in my bed.”

“Fair enough, I won’t.”

“What do you think about, umm, wrestling in the United Kingdom?”

“The United Kingdom is a touchy subject…there has to be at least eight-zero’s behind that hundred spot.”

“You’re kidding me, why that much?”

“I might get arrested, and this isn’t like fuck with Mack Thomas stuff either. It’s D-a-n-g-e-r-o-u-s.”

“Funny, I’m not two—damn it.”

“No you’re not, anyway, it’s a long story short, just bad juju…”

“Karma’s a bitch, maybe you’ll get what you deserve…”

“You’d get it before me, babe, that’s how Karma works.”
“Just check into it, it won’t kill you, I promise.”

“It’s alright, if it does kill me. I won’t give it a chance.”