[[Matt is in a blue dress shirt and tie looking upbeat, Ian is sitting on the couch doing pottery with an apron on.]]
Matt: One of my friends is leaving the store, so I'm taking her place. Ian: You're not ready for retail.
[[Ian's eyebrows knit together, he gets a hardened look on his previously blank expression.]]
Ian: I've been in the *-Mart trenches. I've seen managers break like matchsticks in the face of a soccer moms. I've seen bosses make girls cry just to feel better about themselves.
[[Matt assumes a stance of confidence and calmness.]]
Matt: Look, I'm an intelligent and patient guy. I can take whatever they dish out.
[[Matt is back from work, slouching and with his hand on his head in an expression of disbelief. Ian is sitting on the couch still, but his previous lump of pottery clay has been transformed into a statue of Buddy Cthulhu.]]
Narration: That evening.
Matt: Holy BALLS.
Ian: I tell you these things and you don't listen to me.