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Jon
(giggling, disbelieving) I can’t believe Martin was only lying about his resume.
He probably didn’t even kill Gertrude.
(collapses into giggles)
[click]
Tim
So… are we going to talk about the fact that our boss has been in the breakroom with the door locked for the past hour and is very clearly drunk?
Martin
(somewhat miffed) As long as he’s not accusing me of murder, I frankly couldn’t care less
Tim
(teasing, pleading) Oh, come on Marto. You love that man!
Martin
(miffed) I don’t know
Tim
(teasing) Aw, did he break your crush?
Martin
He slammed a table!
Not!Sasha
And you didn’t find that kind of, well, hot?
(audible shrug)
I’ve heard some humans like that.
Martin
Wha-what?
Not!Sasha
Or not. Either way
(audible shrug)
Martin
(clearly flustered) I mean, heh, uhm…
Tim
Ooh, Martin found it hot, didn’t he?
Martin
I - I - no, I, a-ah…
(door opening)
Jon
(slurring) Oh, hi
(hiccup)
Archival assistants
(giggling)
And to what do I owe the pleasure
(hiccup)
You bunch of probable murderers
(hiccup, giggling)
Except Martin
(stumbling sounds)
Tim
Jon, you okay?
Jon
(giggling) I’m
(slurring) fiiiine…
(stumbling sounds)
Tim
Need me to take you home?
(guiding) Unless somebody else would like to, that is
Martin
(unintelligible stammering)
Jon
(slurring) Well, I probably shouldn’t drive myself
(giggling) Just don’t
(hiccup)
Kill me
Tim
I won’t, don’t worry
(departing footsteps)
Martin
Wait -
(frustrated shriek)