Lill: Hey have you signed that petition going around the building? I think it’s being run by that PETA guy who lives on the third floor.
Jill: Uh…no, no I haven’t had a chance yet.
Lill: Oh wait! You dated that PETA guy didn’t you?! It was Twig right?
Jill: *Sigh* His name is Reid, and I’ll have you know he was gorgeous and kind and –
Lill: – and crazy, mustn’t forget the crazy.
Jill: He wasn’t that bad.
Lill: *Raises eyebrow* He threatened to slash your tires when he found you eating a steak sandwich in the bathroom…
Jill: K, so he was a tad overzealous, whatever.
Lill: *Sigh* I’ll never understand your affinity for the ‘do-gooder type’…they never end up being the person you think they are.
Jill: At least the guys I date have altruistic ambitions – some of your exes were practically criminals.
Lill: I’ll get it – and for the record I resent that. It was only one and he stole his Grandmother’s car, hardly a capital offense though a telling account of his superior intellect in that he was living in her basement at the time.
*Lill answers door*
Lill: Hey Jill, it’s ‘Mr. Tall-dark-and-‘Feed the Children’, want me to ‘donate’ your number or are you holding out for that guy in the park who feeds the pigeons?