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In one of the service bays at a car dealership, a commotion arises. "All right, which of you lug nuts moved my oil filter wrench?" bellows Dame Judi Dench in full Shakespearean costume. "This cherry Corvette is a work of art, and that means I am an ARTIST when I change the oil!"
"Steve," a fellow mechanic pipes up, "eat a Snickers."
"Why?"
"'cause when you're hungry, you act like a raging drama queen. . . . Better?"
"Yeah, thanks," says Steve, looking like himself, oil-stained jumpsuit and all.
Meanwhile, in the financing department, a customer hands a stack of signed documents to Financing Specialist Pattie Stewart, who, despite the feminine ambiance of her work space, looks and sounds like Sir Patrick Stewart.
"Where's my stapler?! Who took my stapler?!"
Your turn, world.
"Steve," a fellow mechanic pipes up, "eat a Snickers."
"Why?"
"'cause when you're hungry, you act like a raging drama queen. . . . Better?"
"Yeah, thanks," says Steve, looking like himself, oil-stained jumpsuit and all.
Meanwhile, in the financing department, a customer hands a stack of signed documents to Financing Specialist Pattie Stewart, who, despite the feminine ambiance of her work space, looks and sounds like Sir Patrick Stewart.
"Where's my stapler?! Who took my stapler?!"
Your turn, world.