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.