JD: Animal, hey, how are you?
Animal: Fine, JD.
JD: I hear you wrote something funny.
Animal: What was that, JD?
JD: Don't bluff me, Animal. I know all about it.
Animal: About what, JD?
JD: I gave Bull Doza some shares in Rbc and you wrote something, didn't you?
Animal: I did, JD.
JD: I want to see it.
Animal: No, I'm not going to publish. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.
JD: Since when?
Animal: I'm not going to show you, JD.
JD: Well, what's it about?
Animal: A rumour.
JD: What rumour?
Animal: That Bull Doza owns Rbc.
JD: Are you kidding? That's crazy!
Animal: He brought in thousands of people. There must have been a reason.
JD: He's just a nice guy.
Animal: Yeah, right. He's a recruiter JD. I wouldn't have done it if there wasn't something big in it for me.
JD: Well, you're self-centred. I run Rbc!
Animal: I heard you're the front man. You know, like the greeter at a GAP store.
JD: I'm no greeter! I'm the brains!
Animal: JD, please. I'm no dummy.
JD: Who fed you this nonsense?
Animal: A little birdie.
JD: With an English accent?
Animal: Maybe.... JD. JD. Are you there, JD? (hangs up then dials the phone) Don JGo? Animal. Mission accomplished. Where's my money?
JGo: Listen, would you take shares in Baconsalt? They're going to be worth a fortune.
Animal: Like the shares in Jobster? Cashola, baby.