Barry, I can just see it now...
(Fade from black): Typical office setting. People not real busy, but activity. Mix in some suit-types for effect.
Friend 1: Hey! Why ya lookin' so down?
Friend 2: Man, I'm busted,broke,heading for the big meal of govt. cheese.
Friend 1: What!?! What's goin' on man? You got a girl on the side?
Friend 2: Naw, nothing like that.
Friend 1: Stock market? It'll recover. Say, you didn't have anything on margin, did ya?
Friend 2: Naw.
Friend 1: You never told me that you had a gambling problem. In all the years I've known you, you could've hit me up for a pick or two.
Friend 2: I wish.
(Suit-Type comes casually strolling up looking at everyone working.)
Suit-Type: Ahhem! Friend 2, how's that report coming along?
Friend 2: I'll have it on your desk by COB.
Suit-Type: Good! Say, I might need you to come in Saturday. I'll let you know later. Nice shirt, is that new?
Friend 2: Let me know ASAP about this weekend, and it's an old shirt, but thanks.
(Suit-Type walks away and flags down someone else that dodged around a corner at the sight of him.)
Friend 1: He's such a jerk. Say, it's not booze or anything like that is it?
Friend 2: No man, I appreciate your concern, but dude I gotta tell ya since you turned me on to CigarBid.com my life has turned upside down. I met some people that I've traded with. I've had some fun in the forums. But, damnit! I can't keep out of the auctions. The prices! My credit card bill is near the max. I've got so many cigars that I had to move the cars outta the garage! Thanks a lot!
Friend 1: Man gotta know his limitations dude. I don't think it's my fault that you can't control yourself.
Friend 2: Yeah, like a junkie without a fix. I gotta go to lunch early today. Sam, the UPS driver is stopping by with a package, and he's going to bring some beer over later tonight. He's cool.
Friend 1: Yeah, whatever. Good luck bro.
(Fade to black)