Wedgerino Page #2

- Hello, Larry.

Hey, Stuffy.

How's your cold?

I mean, I don't think you have a cold.

You know, Stuff,

I thought Larry was my best

friend through thick and thin,

but apparently...

- But apparently, he is.

You were right.

Stuffy's an excellent compromise

and more than a compromise.

I've grown to love the little guy.

Now I see, he's even better

than a real life pet.

He doesn't need a litter box,

he'll never get sick

and he's just as soft, if not, softer.

- Are you just saying that?

Because I still have the receipt.

I'm sorry for telling you

to get a little shut mouth.

- It did me good.

Gave the old flapper a break.

- Let's celebrate.

- What is with all the commotion?

I was trying to read.

If you can't keep it down

you can find another place to live.

And incase you haven't figured it out yet,

I'm your new landlord.

I'm Dominic.

I'm not messing around.

- I'm Carl and this is my

roommate and best friend, Larry.

Sorry to have bothered you.

See, we're celebrating.

That's why we popped open a bottle

of non-alcoholic champagne.

- Would you care for a glass?

- No!

No, I don't wanna glass

of your stupid champagne.

Especially is it's non-alcoholic,

which would technically make

it sparkling grape juice.

What I would care for

is some peace and quiet

so I can finish reading my novel.

- What's that you're reading?

- What do you care what I'm reading?

How would you like it if I

asked you what you were reading

or what size hat you are?

- I wouldn't mind at all

and I don't see what that

has to do with anything.

- It has everything to do with everything.

Now, what size hat are you?

- I don't know.

- He doesn't know.

- What size hat are you?

- Large.

- Medium!

I hate both of you and

you can both shove it.

And I also hate women

because they're tricky,

mean and confusing.

Goodbye.

To be clear, I don't hate everything.

I like reading.

I like spending time with my kid brother,

being a landlord and I

also like my other job

as a boxing promoter.

Now, I'm going back to my apartment

and I don't wanna be bothered again.

You got it?

I just wanna remind you dummies

that rent is two thousand per month.

Not per year, not per

decade, but per month

and I'm gonna need it by

this Thursday or else.

- You know something, Carl?

That was some lip-smacking good lemonade.

- Yeah.

We shoulda sold it at a lemonade stand

instead of drinking it all.

- Yeah, we do need to make some money.

- We could get jobs on Wall Street.

- You can't just get a

job on Wall Street, Carl.

You, at least, need a masters in business

or an uncle who works on Wall Street.

- I know that, Larry.

I was simply just

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