[INTRO]
Jake: Hey, you're watching Jake and Amir.
Amir: In space.
Jake: On a computer.
Amir: On a computer in space.
[Amir is holding two plastic dinosaurs and making them kiss]
Jake: Hey, I gotta run to a meeting -- saw that.
Amir: No.
Jake: Yes. Pick up my lunch downstairs for me, okay? I'll owe you one.
Amir: You'll owe me a big one.
Jake: Fine. I'll owe you a big one.
Amir: And not just a favor, either.
Jake: Yes. Just a favor.
Amir: No. No, we'll see about that, okay. You might be singing a different tune when I--
Jake: [interrupting] I'm just going to get someone else to do it.
Amir: Good. Good, good, good. That'll actually give me some extra time to think about what ye shall owe me.
Jake: Me shall not owe ye anything. I'm doing it myself.
Amir: [ignoring Jake] Pick up my lunch every day for a month... doggie style. That's in your mouth.
Jake: Wow. You shouldn't have picked a favor so similar to mine.
Amir: Right?
Jake: Which pretty much illustrates how unfair your favor is
Amir: Every day for a year now! Missionary style. That's also in your mouth.
Jake: Same as doggie style?
Amir: Same exact same.
Jake: Which was incorrect, by the way.
Amir: Same incorrect same, then--
Jake: [interrupting] Okay, I'm going to go to the meeting. Don't get my lunch. Okay?
[Jake is attending a meeting in a conference room]
Streeter: Great new, guys: Q3 in the books -- hit our numbers, thanks in no small part to Chelsea, who gave that fiery passionate speech at the investors meeting -- really lit a fire under everybody's butt, so a round of applause for Chelsea. Thank you.
[everyone clapping -- Amir is looking into the meeting from behind the glass doors]
Streeter: ...Uh, Q4, though, is, um, who-- why-- what is he doing?
Jake: Sorry. I'll ask him to leave.
[Amir smashes a bowl of noodles against the glass and holds up a sign with Lunch written backwards]
Streeter: Why is that written backwards? Why is it backwards?
Jake: He thinks the glass is a mirror.
Amir: It's a mirror!
Jake: It's not!
Amir: Yeah, it is. And by the way, year one starts tomorrow, Hurwitz, so get your getting lunch shoes ready.
Streeter: Can you clean the door please?
Amir: Yeah, I'll clean it -- but first you gotta owe me a big one.
Streeter: Fine.
Amir: You gotta clean the door every day for a year.
Jake: Stop!
Amir: Doggie style, too! That's with my mouth.
[FALSE END]
[Amir licking the food off the glass as a dog would]
[END]