seppy: "you know what i'd really like?"
haser begins unbuttoning his shirt, and kicks off his shoes.
seppy: "you're so disgusting. get out."
silence.
haser: "ok, what would you really like?"
silence.
seppy: "a christmas card revolution."
haser: "go on."
seppy: "everyone who receives a christmas card that has just the formalities, the greeting, the goodbye, they re-seal the envelope, write 'not at this address, please return to sender' on the front, and put it back in the mail."
haser: "i hear you."
seppy: "do you though? do you really?"
haser: "unfortunately. be quiet, i'm trying to count the atoms in my left ventricle."
seppy: "sorry. i've just had a bad day. week. something."
haser: "please be quiet."
seppy: "allright."