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"What is that?" Danny asks, waving about a cardboard box.
"50 bottles of ketchup."
"50 bottles of ketchup? Are you kidding me, Steven?"
"No. Why should I? I bought it because I obtained a quantity discount. Saved me $20."
"Very well done, Steve. Very well. Know what? Fisher & Son send us their office equipment catalog yesterday. They've got lots of quantity discounts. Lots of. Really. Maybe you want to save another $10 by buying 500 erasers for our fucking computer table? Or a plethora of paper clips? Or a huge, a very huge mountain of pencil sharpeners? What about that? Can save you by rule of thumb another $15."
"What's the problem, huh?"
"The problem... the... the problem, babe? Really? Everytime you're going to the supermarket I have to rent a store house afterwards. Remember the day you came back with 300 oz. wild rice? Huh? Saved you $12 and we ate wild rice until the fucking rice dropped out of our ears. So, what's your plan now? Noodles with ketchup for the next three months?"
"Sounds like a good plan, Danno. I could also go and buy some more rice, so we can choose between noodles with ketchup and rice with ketchup."
"Sometimes I just wanna lay down and cry a bit, you know?"
"I know." Steves grins and lifts the ketchup cardboard box.
"I hate you, Commander piggy bank. I hate you so much..."