Mama Blah Blah: Uh, Post-Nasal Drip? It’s really not a good time right now, since it’s right before the holidays? So do you think you could, you know, go –
PND: Hell, no! I’ve moved in and I’ve already set up my satellite dish!
MBB: I see. But Post-Nasal Drip, I have so many other things to attend to right now. If you could just –
PND: Turn the heat up! And get me a beer!
MBB: Listen up, Post-Nasal Drip. I’m taking Mucinex.
PND: Fuck that noise. You can’t scare me! What do you think I am?
MBB: You are one sorry muthaf – okay, I’ve seen the doctor twice and you’re still here. I think I have to bring in the big guns. I’m going to the Ear Nose and Throat guy.
PND: The who-ha?
MBB: Take that, you sorry piece of shit!
PND: I'll get you! I'll...[trickles up and slides away]
MBB: [smiling contentedly] Ahhhhh.
ONE YEAR LATER…
MBB: Shit! What the hell are you doing here?
PND: Bitch! You thought it would be that easy to get rid of me?
MBB: I’m going to get some Sudafed.
PND: Like I’m scared. I see you’re at work today and forgot to bring that shit with you. You know you can’t just run out to the store and buy some more, right? They track that shit. If you go buy more, they’ll mark you as a meth addict and narc on you!
MBB: You’re making me gag. Jesus, this sucks.