"Beef-cream..." was the response from the other end of my telephone "3,001 gallons by monday is absurdly proposterious!" My uber-smooth rebuttal.
"Whats the chances on..."
I cut him/her off.
"You need octopus urine...again?"
I knew this wouldn't end well.
"I have needs ya know...a wife and kids to please and they love that slimy ooze!"
Little did he know his wife had been helping herself to nightly trips to my office for casual sex!