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.