Scene:
Your narrator walks downstairs, aiming for a mid-afternoon pick-me-up from the vending machine. Arriving at the foot of the stairs, he sees a test rig surrounded by five people.
Co-worker, known for droll humor and dry wit: “It’s not rocket science.”
Narrator [hitches up belt]: “Well, that’s what I went to school to do.” [pause] “What are y’all testing?”
Co-worker: “How many people we can get to stand here, watching the computer.”
Narrator: “What’s your goal?”
Co-worker: “Eight is a successful test.”
Narrator: “Well, I’m gonna fuck it up and walk away now. Bye!”
The narrator retrieves his quarry and returns to the scene, finding a sixth hanger-on standing near the test rig. “Seven!” The narrator turns to head back up the stairs, and seeing a co-worker, makes an about-face.
“EIGHT!”
Exeunt.
Ha.