Michael: We strayed from our original idea because we were supposed to be writing about our discussion about writing the post.
Melissa: I thought that’s what we were doing.
Michael: We are doing that!
Melissa: “So what’s the problem?”
Michael: The problem is another. fecking. exclamation point!
Melissa: We cannot talk about exclamation points any longer!!!
Michael: You’re typing again.
I mean, when you’re supposed to be just saying it.
Melissa: Oh no!
Michael: Help me!
Melissa: They’re contagious.
Michael: Okay. From now on. We’re on exclamation point restriction.
What I mean by that is—I’m not gonna say another fecking thing about exclamation points in the hopes that they will go away of their own accord.
Melissa: Hallelujah!
Michael: So we’re supposed to be talking about—
No, I mean, writing about—our discussion.
Melissa: Discussion about what?
Michael: Tents!
Melissa: Still?
Michael: What do you mean “Still”? Have we even started?
Melissa: That was all I wanted to say about tents.
Michael: We didn’t say anything about tents. We wrote about our discussion about writing about tents!
Umm, I forgot I wasn’t gonna say anything—
Melissa: Say anything about what?
Michael: Well, if I said it, I’d be saying it!
Melissa: Oh, I get it.
Michael: You should say something now.
Enter, enter.
After you.
But instead, put—
Enter, enter!
“After you”? What’s that?
Melissa: (starts typing)
Michael: Speak first!
Melissa: Now I don’t remember.
Michael: Remember what? You haven’t even started.
Melissa: Exactly.
Michael: All you keep doing is one-word answers or grunting or groaning.
Melissa: I’m too busy typing.
Michael: That is why I want you to have them be two separate things.
Melissa: Can we please change the subject?
Michael: We haven’t changed the subject. It’s still about tents.
Wouldn’t that have an exclamation point?
Melissa: NO! And you weren’t supposed to talk about that!
Michael: No! I’m just not supposed to mention when they need to be taken away. I can still talk about when they need to be added.
(pause)
This is dumb.
People are going to think this is stupid.
Self-indulgent tripe.
Melissa: “Just don’t look! Just don’t look!”
Michael: With fecking exclamation points!
Melissa: NOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Michael: They should stop letting us post these.
Melissa: You mean they shouldn’t let us post these?
Michael: That’s what I said!
What are you saying differently?
Melissa: No, you said, “they shouldn’t let us”—that’s a very awkward way of putting it.
Michael: I didn’t say “they shouldn’t let us”—
Melissa: Oops! I mean, you said, “they should stop letting us.”
Michael: That’s what I said.
Melissa: Exactly.
Michael: “So what’s the problem?”
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