SOON...

Jones: What up, what up?

Mike: Jones. Are these the cats you were telling us about?

Jones: Yeah, these are my boys; this is Billy and that's Trevor. Guys, this is Mike and Ike.

Mike: So you guys are looking for some underground milkshake action, huh?

Billy: Sure. Whatever.

Mike: Okay, but we gotta play this real cool. Our boss, Dean, has been on the warpath lately. If he finds out we've been using expired syrup and selling shit under the table, we're gonna be making all our shakes down at the unemployment office.

Gothic Trevor: They have a milkshake machine at the unemployment office?

Mike: Don't get cute, buddy.

Billy: Forget about him. What exactly do you mean by "expired"?

Mike: Relax, this stuff doesn't "expire" in the way that, say, food expires. The "expiration date" just a... recommended disposal date. The final product is perfectly safe.

Jones: I just had one yesterday. Trust me.

Billy: Okay, okay, fine. Let's get this over with. Give me one large...

Dean: Is everything all right over here? Why are you taking so long with these customers?

Mike: No problem, right Ike?

Ike: Right. They wanted McDLT's and wouldn't take no for an answer. We got it all straightened out.

Mike: That's one "special" shake to go, RIGHT GENTLEMEN?

Billy: *Sigh* Yes.

Ike: Damn, that was close. I'll get your shit mixed up. Meet me out back in five minutes.

Mike: That'll be 40 dollars, please.

Billy: Forty bucks!? Are you out of your mind?

Mike: Like I said, the manager has been up our asses lately. Our risk goes up, your cost goes up.

Billy: I hope you plan on chipping in for this, Jones!

Jones: All I got are hundreds, dog.

AND SO...

Billy: You have got to be shitting me.

Gothic Trevor: Hey, look on the bright side.

Billy: And that is?

Gothic Trevor: This is at least forty dollars worth of milkshake.