Geek: Hey, Monkey! Do you know what today is?
Monkey: Ugh. What?
Geek: It’s the day of our very first post!
Geek: I had an idea — we should do something imporant to celebrate!
Monkey: I think becoming roommates and eating gas station sushi are ideas as well. It’s too bad they can’t all be winners.
Geek: Oh, come on! This is going to be amazing! Just imagine all the things we can do. We can talk about new movies and tv shows, old movies and tv shows, talk about our life …
Monkey: Dear reader, I woke up today. I felt under my nose. I am still breathing. Today is a … day. I feel it. Goodnight. I will see you tomorrow.
Geek: Come on, Monkey! Maybe we could talk about our roommate agreement?!
Monkey: Dear reader, I write stupid things like roommate agreements. I ruled that this poor defenseless monkey should not fling red pasta sauce at the walls. I did not understand it was his way of decorating the apartment. Second, I only allow cereal for dinner on special occasions now. I did not understand this was a fashion accessory to put behind your ears. Actually, I still don’t understand that. Hm..
Geek: I think I painted a clear picture of what to expect as roommates.
Monkey: Too bad you interrupted my very clear picture!
Geek: Made by food?! On our walls!!!!! I don’t think so!
Monkey: Dear reader, in addition, I also refuse to acknowledge Monkey as The Ninja Monkey
Geek: First, I doubt you have ever done anything remotely like ninjutsu. Second, any form of aerobics would be the literal antithesis to your daily regimen. Ever. Finally, that’s not your real name!
Monkey: And your name is really Geek?
Monkey: Alright, Stanley Touche. I have heard about your silly blog thing and talked to the readers.
Now dear reader, I have woken up. I feel under my nose. I am still breathing. Today has been a … day. I bid you adieu. Goodnight.
Monkey: I bid you adieu, good sir! The Ninja Monkey has spoken!!!!