“So, Chadlers, it seems we’ve reached a point in our mutual business partnership where we no longer agree on very many things.”

“None at all, actually.”

“In fact, one could say we dislike each other. Hate, even.”

“Indeed.”

“And one could go so far as to say that we would use any means possible to extricate ourselves from this business deal with each other.”

“One could.”

“And so, Chadlers, I think it is time we separated ourselves. For good. Nonviolently. In good sport.”

“Nonviolently?”

“Er…yes.”

“Oh, then, bliddy terrible it is that I poisoned your iced tea.”

“Er…what?”