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Oh, no, it's hot-dog guy again.
Oh, no... him!
Uh...
Uh...
- Oh! - Oh!
Unh!
Unh!
Well, this is awkward.
It's like we're in synch.
And now we're both talking, and...
Right, I'll just stop talking, and you can...
okay, the only way we can get out of synch...
is if I say something really unexpected like...
Business clown! Meat flan!
Thunder quack!
Just pick up your phone, and let's never talk again, okay?
Okay, bye!
Eh.
Maybe I'll just cross the road.
Hey, what are you doing?
Trust me, I-it's better this way!
Roadworks.
Wait a minute!
What are you doing?
Playing tag!
Finally alone!
I thought I'd never get rid of that guy.
Hopefully, I'll never see his face ag...
Really?
I-I'll just, uh...
Yes. Y-yes, you do that.
Sorry. Sorry!
Sorry.
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!
Could you, uh, like, not breathe directly into my mouth?
Uh, I'm sorry. It's just...
Really hot in here! I-I'll just try to...
Hey? Hey!
Oh, sorry.
I don't mind.
Okay, just go to your happy place.
That's better, but I need some more air.
Comfortable clothes, please.
Good.
Still thirsty.
Hey, this is my private happy place!
What are you doing here?!
Not really my choice.
What?! How?!
Well, we hit a bump, and, uh...
Okay, look, we're clearly walking in the same direction.
Let's just acknowledge that and move forward.
Yeah, it's only weird if we make it weird.
I mean, we should just relax and coexist.
There's nothing weird about that.
Who am I kidding?
The elevator's one of the most awkward places on the planet,
right up there with the school locker room,
dinner with your girlfriend's father,
and dinner with your girlfriend's father in the school locker room.
So... Where are you going, anyway?
I was just getting some ketchup
for my delicious hot d... uh...
Did you press the button?
You're standing next to it. I thought you pressed it.
Not this time!
What is wrong with you, man?
Nothing.
Come on!
Come on!
Right.
With our luck, we'll be stuck here for two days.
How about we just push through the awkwardness
and get to know each other? How?
Let's just confess to our most embarrassing secret
right here, right now, then we'll know each other so well,
we'll feel comfortable enough to hang out.
Eh, really? I'll start.
I've got, like, a weird nail at the end of my tail.
Look.
Eww!
Come on, man, don't leave me hanging.
Okay.
This isn't my real hair.
It's a wig designed to hide this.
I was born attached to my two brothers.
The other scar is less conspicuous.
Don't worry... i didn't take any pictures.
It was a video!
Finally, some place where I won't...
bump into that guy again!
Oh, come on!
Would you just open the door, please?
And we're stuck.
Look, the only way out of here is to work together.
You work together!
It's not possible to work together on your own.
Whatever.
Come on, we just have to go to the back of the cubicle
and push up with our legs.
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