Larabee:
Hey, new guy. Hold up a second. Welcome to CONTROL. We have a tradition called "Pick on the new guy." Here's how it works. We pick on the new guy.
Agent 91:
And you can't do anything about it.
Larabee:
Let's try one. You dropped your pencil.
Agent 91:
Did you hear the man!
Hymie:
I don't see a man, I see two little girls. I think I'll call you Maureen, and you Brittany.
Agent 91:
New guy did not.
Larabee:
New guy did.
Agent 91:
OK, new guy...
Larabee:
I got this. And I'm going to enjoy it.
Hymie:
That will make me happy, Maureen.
Larabee:
Ho ho ho. Maureen...
[Larabee punches Hymie in the stomach- loud metallic sound is heard]
Larabee:
OW! What's in there? Oh. Oh.
Hymie:
And just for the record.
Larabee:
Oh. Oh. What's in there?
[Hymie staples paper to Larabee's forehead. Larabee screams]
Hymie:
My name is not "new guy". My name is Hymie. Now, if you ladies will excuse me.
[Hymie walks away]
Bruce:
[Bruce and Lloyd hiding off to the side]
This is going to be so fun.
Lloyd:
Make him high five me.
[Hymie high fives Lloyd]
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