Michael: "Hey, Todd. Long time no see. How ya been?"
Todd: "Good. You still have that old Mustang?"
Michael: "Yeah. I'm getting it re-painted next week."
Todd: "Cool."
Michael: "So Todd, You know we're lookin' for a new HC so I thought it would be good to bring you in. I have a list of questions."
Todd: "Sounds good. Shoot."
Michael: "Still have a problem with your temper or did the anger management thing work out for you."
Todd: "What the F is wrong with you. Yes I took the **** class and I told everyone in the circle that I didn't have a problem. It's the players who won't listen to me that have the problem. I'm sick to death of everyone thinking I have a problem controlling my temper. Yesterday I was in the **** line at Fry's and I waited my turn just like all the **** Bears fans this **** town is so full of. It's not my fault that little kid's foot was in the way when I moved my cart. ****! Arpaio's people get upset over the littlest stuff! ****.
Michael: "Great seeing you again Todd. Thanks for comin' in."
Todd: "You're welcome. Do your Taco Bell's have that new Dorito taco?"
Michael: "You betcha."
Todd. "Cool. Where's my **** car parked?"