Emily (adressing her boyfriend): Carl, remember I told you my boss was going to crucify me? Well now he finally succeeded. My company is moving overseas. I think we will have to move into the basement of your
dad's country place, we can't afford the rent here in the city.
Carl: Listen sweetie,
Emily. I am a Martian, and therefore have a solution for you. I was going to pimp you out to my company's secretary and and her rich bastard husband as a cleaning lady, a Cinderella of sorts. Dunno if you'd agree though.
Emily (shrieking): how dare you???. Im, as a Venusian, I think I deserve better.
Carl: Well. I
don't get on that well with my
dad anyways, and, besides, it's better than living in the basement of his country place, like some rats.
Emily: well, in that case, if you want me to be a commodity to pimp out I reserve the right to pimp you out as well, roflmfao. (starts yelling at Carl):
go work in construction, or whatever, now. I want you to nigger, before hitting the sauce
