One Friday morning, Mork and Greco are sharing a cube, doing office work:Mork: hey guys, do you ever do signatures on outlook? mine rocks!
Mork P. Black
Renaissance Man
Cross Keys/Seacrets
Everywhere, USA
443.CALLMORK (cell)
we can drive home with one headlight
Greco: big woop. check out mine:
J. Greco
Little bit of this, little bit of that
Wherever you need me
1.800.NOCHEAT
Would you like Times New Roman?
then mayer shows up
"nah i think mines better!" he turns the corner and emails both Greco and Mork.
Mayer
sales/party captain
BJ's/Cross Keys
1-800-AYER
I'ma buy you a drank....
Just then…both Mork, Mayer, and Greco all received an email from an unknown sender:
Robert Stack
Ghost with the most
a 3rd Dimension
Perhaps you can help solve a mystery...
Mork: did we just get an email from beyond the grave?
Greco: it’s clearly from another dimension….
E-dawg walks up to the cube w/ his coffee mug:
e-dawg: "yeah you guys hear about smittys halloween party?"
mork: "party? no!"
e-dawg: "yeah man! its gonna be crunk!"
mork: "who told you?"
e-dawg: "smitty man! he hit me on my cell"
mork (checking phone): "i didnt get anything..."
e-dawg: "nah man, just ask him!"
mork: "smitty! wait up!"
smitty (to self): "oh not him again"
mork (out of breath): "hey man, heard youre having a halloween party!"
smitty: "oh yeah...about that..."
mork: "yeah sounds like its gonna be pretty good. ill bring the dip!"
smitty: "actually its not really a party...just uh asked e-dawg to come over and give out some candy"
mork: "i love candy!"
as Smitty attempts to walk away…Mayer calls after him with a cigar in his mouth
Mayer: Smittttty…………where ya goin?
Smitty: hey what’s the cigar for?
E-dawg: yeah man, who’d you get pregnant this time?
Everyone in the cube laughs as cigars are passed around.
Mork tries to bite into his: hey! This isn’t gum!
It’s getting colder out and Mork is wearing his green pull-over windbreaker where the zipper only goes halfway complete with a big kangaroo pouch. He’s also wearing fullon headgear for his braces. Shut up guys! Borou only stares but then looks away, the more he looks, the more his neck turns. Mork rushes to his cubicle hoping no one notices. He then sticks feathers in his headgear.
Mork: remember guys? I’m 3/25 Native American.
Mork: Greco! Messages, please!
Greco(wearing a headset): you have none.
Just then the phone rang.
Greco: Top of the Morning, Mork’s cube.
Mayer: raaaaawrrr
Mayer had just woken up w/ a cereal bowl parked on his chest and drops of milk in his chest hair. The blinds are drawn so its really dark in his room stroking a cat in his bed. The cat is covered in milk as well.
Greco: uhh
h…hello…Mayer. What are you eating?Mayer: frosted flakes. Cuz they’re grrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat!
Greco: you sound like a tiger.
Mayer: I am a tiger. A tiger in bed…..had a rough night!
Mayer notices that he’s actually painted like a tiger at the moment.
Mork grabs the headset from Greco: gimme that!
Mork: hola! Me llamo Mork!
Mayer: what is it Mork?
Mork: nothing, just wanted to tell you about my new lucky socks..(he sticks his foot in Grecos face. Greco tries to swat them away)
Mork: They’re black with big flaming dice on them! I feel light in them!
Mayer: your socks....are schhhmokin'!!!
Mork: check out my gravel pit!
Later that day, Wilford picked up Mayer in the shuttle and it pulled up to the circle blasting “I’ve seen better days” (fastball?)
Mork runs up: I’ve seen better days!
Mayer: I’ve been the star of many plays!
That evening…at yoga:
Mork shows up to yoga after work in mom jeans cuz he didnt know what to wear.
mayer :"yeah thats definitely mom jeans"
mork: shut up!
mayer: i would know, i was w/ your mother last night
Borou (barely audible): what are mom jeans?
Mayer: lol umm basically high-waisted, straight leg jeans that make you look like you have a realllllly long crotch area
greco (in his black suit): guys, lets begin w/ downward dog
