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Retard-Man's first day at work.
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| Hey, welcome to the company, Retard-Man. Hey, with a name like that, you must be a real freaking idiot, huh? | |
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| Actually, it's Retardman. I'm Jewish. And, no, I'm not an idiot. I was salutatorian at Princeton with a 4.0 GPA. | |
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Nice try, Retard-Man, you stupid person with low IQ.
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| Whatever, Retard-Man. Pick up that hammer and nails and hammer yourself in the head. You know you want to. | |
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| No I don't. That'd be ridiculous, plus, I feel like it's been performed 100s of times in more humorous ways. | |
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Go back to your synagogue, Retardman.
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| You goofy bastard. It's great to have you on board. I'm sure I'm going to get tons of laughs at your expense. | |
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| I'm going to go get some water. | |
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