Comic Transcript
MONK: … and that’s why the Boss sent us to look for you and… er… your other brother.
DRINKY: . . .
DRINKY: … you’re kidding, right?
MONK: Nope.
DRINKY: You expect me to believe Steve Jobs kidnapped that little twit and turned him into some kind of smooth-talking spokesman for OSX?
MARK: He has arms.
MONK: And a mustache.
(Silence.)
DRINKY: I need a drink.
MONK: I don’t think you’re going to need a drink for the next twenty or thirty years.
