Ginger: Hey, Ruby, what’s percent again?
Ruby: The slash with two dots on either side.
Ginger: I’m…not asking for a description of the symbol…
Ginger: How do you figure out the percentage of something?
Ruby: Can’t you Google this? Or ask Siri?
Ginger: Are you suggesting you don’t have time to tutor me in math?
Ruby: I am kind of in the middle of something.
Ginger: Disarming a bomb?
Ruby: What? I…yes. I am disarming a bomb. Right now. In my office at work.
Ginger: That’s weird. Don’t they usually send in the bomb squad or something?
Ruby: They would, but clearly I was the best option.
Ginger: Well, you would be. I mean, you are the Baroness of Strategic Planning. You have the sash, with your title printed on it in binary. Who else would be chosen for this task?
Ruby: You still have to tell me where you got that printed…
Ginger: Seriously, Ruby, I can’t remember how to get the percentage of this thing.
Ruby: Seriously, Ginger, there’s this magical place called “the internet.” I’m pretty sure you know how to look it up.
Ginger: You don’t like it when I spend time on the internet.
Ruby: I never said that.
Ginger: Yes, you did.
Ruby: When did I say that?
Ginger: I think it was after I watched that YouTube video…with the clips from Firefly set to the song about Stacy’s Mom?
Ruby: …Ginger, that’s because you watched videos online for ten straight hours…
Ginger: How’s that bomb going?
Ruby: What? Oh, yeah, it exploded. You’re talking to my ghost.
Ginger: That’s too bad.
Ruby: It’s nice to know I’ll be missed.
Ginger: Well, now that you’re a ghost, how do I figure out the percentage of this?
Ruby: Oh, it’s easy, you just………oh….I’m fading…Ginger…use a calculator….oh….
Ginger: Ruby? Ruby?
Ginger: Does this mean I get your romance novel collection?
Ruby: Well, it’s pretty clear Fly won’t want it.