John thinks I'm in the bathroom, so I don't have much time.

You know him pretty well, right?

Well, we've worked side by side for 19 years, so... no.

I've done everything in my power to avoid getting to know John.

Do you think I haven't noticed what's been going on?

This is the freest I have felt in years!

John is finally leaving me alone; he's got you now.

Today, I read an article at lunch. A full article.

How do I make it stop?

Oh, that's easy.

Just go back in time, steal him from his crib and undo all the repressed trauma from his childhood.

Or... you can poison him.

But I'd suggest doing that over the course of a few years.

That's what the article I read says.

They got it to their sharpshooter; top of the key.

Pump fake, pump fake; got him up.

Oh! Nothing but net. You see that, Matt?

No, I didn't.

Well, pay attention.

Thought you wanted my eyes on these.

That's why God blessed you with two eyes, Matt.

Right? Look.

Through the zone. Get off me! Iso, iso.

Crowd roars. Johnny Stockton!

Little help, Matt?

Come on.

Come on, John. There we go. Yep.

Top of the key. Olympics. It's the Olympics now.

Just go back in time and undo all the repressed trauma from his childhood.

They got him. This is for your country and for myself.

Oh! Oh! Did you see that one, Matt?

I did, John.

You did a good job making that basket.

You're a good boy and great boss.

And you know what else, John?

I love you.

I'm sorry; what was that?

I love you, buddy, and I'm so proud of you.

God damn it, Matt.

There's a line, and as usual, you use those long, repulsive legs to leap right over it!

I'm your boss, for Christ's sake!

I'll say who loves who around here!

And the only thing that I love is professionalism in the workplace!

So get the fuck out!

And you can forget about re-watching that Thai boys doc!

Because I'm changing the password to boundaries123!

Oh, damn it, now he knows the new one.