SECURITY GUARD 1: See what?
SECURITY GUARD 2: Nothing...nevermind.
SECURITY GUARD 1: Can you believe the weather we’re having?
SECURITY GUARD 2: Yeah, they’re saying record highs across the board.
SECURITY GUARD 1: Great, I’ve already had to mow three times now this month.
SECURITY GUARD 2: Damn. Riding or push?
SECURITY GUARD 1: Riding
SECURITY GUARD 2: Nice.
SECURITY GUARD 1: It is. Only takes me about 10 minutes to do the whole thing.
SECURITY GUARD 2: Shit...mine takes like half an hour with a push mower…hey...hand me my coffee will ya.
SECURITY GUARD 1: I can’t believe you drink this crap.
SECURITY GUARD 2: It does the job.
SECURITY GUARD 1: But it tastes like garbage
SECURITY GUARD 2: I don’t mind it.
SECURITY GUARD 1: Whatever you say. Oh, you watch any of the game last night?
SECURITY GUARD 2: No, had to finish the siding on the house. We win?
SECURITY GUARD 1: Of course not…they’re bums. They gave up seven runs in the first inning.
SECURITY GUARD 2: Jesus, what was the final?
SECURITY GUARD 1: Seventeen to three.
SECURITY GUARD 2: There goes the season.
SECURITY GUARD 1: Yup.
SECURITY GUARD 2: Hey did you see that?
Mortimer and Harold knew their love was unusual, but that didn’t stop the whispers and snickers from hurting.
"I think I'm going to quit soon."
"Because no one is going to read this."
"That seems a bit rash."
"Well I don't have any cute, witty things to say in under five sentences, so what's the point."
“I mean if you are going to be an asshole about it maybe you should quit.”
The birdman crows his coward song,
Looking around at all the tiny sentences, the paragraph felt suddenly out of place.
Nimbus came to play one day,
Awake in the night by hot discomfort.
- Rye Whiskey - Tiny Tune
Rye Whiskey is a traditional song. Here is a shortened version of it on banjo and my attempt at singing.