“I’m just sayin’,” said Bob, “what a way to go out.”

Jim stared at him. “You’re… there are no words. Nuts sounds too cute and even batshit insane doesnt cut it.”

“Listen, you don’t need to approve. Nobody asked you.”

“…you did! Just then!”

“No I was telling you what’s going to happen. It’s going to happen, you can’t talk me out of it.”

“You’re going to inform the central base of the IRS of your taxevasion just so this one particular unbelievably curvy agent can saunter along, pretend to seduce you, and then clap you in irons?”

“Yep.”

“Can I watch?”