Slow down on the big to get around the separating couple. I wanted to press on the phone, but their dialogue was very painful. Two healthy, blushed men, in the grey costumes of a medium-caliber office, both under a half-piece:

I have two idiots in my department, why should I have a third? ! to

M2 (offended): We already have a third fool. It is you! Do you know what our office was called? The MMM! Three M, not two! I offer you an employee. This fool will work for you!