Jim just gets up in the morning, walks into the
kitchen to see his roomate there sipping his Tim Horton's double double coffee.
"How's it going eh?" Queries Jim, formalizing the conversation between them and fulfilling any requisites to speak with
non-monosyllables.
Doug, the roomate, grunts in acknowledgement, then pours more coffee and bites his kruller from Tim Horton's, it's all about the tractor
wheel eh.