R: Where are we going?
F: It's a company outing. You'll see. It's going to be fun.
R: Well, it's already loads of not fun, and half the company isn't even here!
F: They're going to meet us there.
R: Then why did Bucky just text asking where the hell we are?!
F: Bucky said 'hell'? That's not like him!
R: Of course he didn't say 'hell'. I cleaned it up for you.
F: That wasn't that clean even.
R: You didn't see the original text message.
F: Fair enough.
R: So where are we going?
F: Are you really going to do this the whole way there?
R: Not if you just tell me where we're going!
F: Fine, I'm taking you home.
R: Why are you taking me home?!
F: You're being suspended for five days. No blogging activities.
R: What?! Is this because my posts have become too funny again?!
F: No, it's because you said you loved Fidel Castro.
R: He buys me nice things.
F: Yeah, but when you're asked a non-blogging question and answer it honestly you have to deal with the blogging related consequences.
R: Wouldn't it be easier if, as the owner of the blog, you just stood up for me and said this "controversy" has nothing to do with blogging?
F: It's not that simple; I have potential advertisers to appease.
R: What potential advertisers?
R: This is bull$#!%.
F: This is business.
R: Curt Schilling never once got in any baseball related trouble for constantly proclaiming his love for a president that a not insignificant portion of the population of the state in which he played hated. I guess when your name is Roberto Alejandro you can't have political opinions though. Too uppity.
F: That has nothing to do with it! I resent the implications of that statement.
R: I resent your face. Well, not your face so much, but the having to look at it.
F: Well, I resent your face!
R: Words hurt, you know?!
F: Your face hurts.
[The car comes to a stop at a red light. A single tear rolls down Roberto's cheek. Fade.]