[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]