{While Wesley and I were baking banana bread for Ms. Kim today…}

theuglyone: Hey hey hey. Let’s open up a bakery with cheukie one day when we’re all living together. We can afford to lose the money since we’ll all be rich by then. Hehehe. :D

Artemis Da-Bich: What’re you talking about? I’m not losing any money. I’ll get paid, and you’ll get paid… half of minimum wage. Full-time. No wait part-time, 39 hours a week. No… 39 and a half hours a week. And you’ll be in the back where none of the customers can see you. You’ll be cooking and cleaning the toilets and stuff.

{every now and then}

Artemis Da-Bich: Why are you so slow? You’re not getting paid for this hour.

{and}

Artemis Da-Bich: No! No! You’re not getting paid for the day.

{and}

Artemis Da-Bich: You’re not getting paid for the week.

{and}

Artemis Da-Bich: You’re not getting paid for the month.

{until finally}

Artemis Da-Bich: You’re not getting paid for the year.

Our bakery will be such fun… :’D