Interlude 7 (I think)
Man: That's it. Just sit down their and await the boss-woman. Because even though I know what she's going to say and I'm even fairly sure it was my idea, she'd kill me if I didn't let her do the talking. She says I can't be trusted. I told her, it wasn't me who drew mustaches on her when she was asleep on Thursday or me who threw the farting balloons in the last big meeting. But no. I'm childish, 'specially my hair, and I can't be trusted.
Iris: You might even be madder than me.
Man: And now you think I'm mad. Great.
Iris: How long will I be here? It's just I got killed by a shark and I'd really like to go kill it right back.
Man: I don't know. They don't tell me anything since the incident with the bucket.
Iris: The bucket?
Man: Yeah, a bucket of water placed over a slightly open door so it'll fall and soak someone if you push the door fully open. [pause] But I suppose that one was genuinely my fault.
Iris: [internally] Definitely madder than me.
Woman: At least make your internal monolouges grammatically corrent.
Iris: You what?
Woman: Anyway. Quicker I tell you what you're here for, quicker you can go.
Iris: Where did you come from?!
Woman: Egypt.
Iris: Only my dreams could be this bonkers.
Woman: This isn't a dream.
Iris: It is! I'll pinch myself to prove... ow!
Woman: Told you so.
Man: Don't worry. She tells everyone so. Frequently.
Woman: Shut up, we're here for business! Not snarky comments!
Man: Could of fooled me.
Woman: Anyway. Iris, you're aware that throughout your life on Lunar Lakes you were fulfilling a list of tasks? A list you passed on to your son on moving to Twinbrook?
Iris: Be hard to forget that.
Woman: Indeed. We don't think that's fair, that some sims have to slave their lives away while others enjoy it. Whether that's the sim completing the tasks, or the so-called 'spares' that don't get any benefits but have to slave away to help someone else reach their goals. It's not right. Sims deserve to live their lives however they so wish. We're trying to abolish dynasties. Are you with us?
Iris: I think so.
Woman: Good, I've got a task for you.
Iris: As long as it doesn't involve benches. I hate benches.
Woman: It doesn't involve benches.
Iris: Or sharks. Unless I kill them. Actually, can it involve sharks so I can kill them?
Woman: Sorry Iris. No sharks.
Iris: That's rubbish.
Woman: Hang on a moment. What're you doing with the bar?
Iris: Nothing!
Woman: Not you.
Man: What the bar's designed for. I'm making some drinks, because I'm fed up of sitting through meetings in the corner quietly.
Woman: Last time I let you speak you ranted about dinosaurs.
Man: Dinosaurs are cool!
Man: Iris, a drink?
Iris: A shark-proof drink?
Man: It can be anything you want it to be.
Man: Except tasty. Man, these drinks are rank. Should've learnt mixology.
Woman: You should have learnt how to behave in meetings.
[Five Minutes Later]
Woman: She really is as bonkers as everyone says she is. She's perfect for the task.
Man: I wonder what's for dinner?
