#intern tf2

Panel 1:

Alwyne sits at a piano, playing and singing along with Simcha, who stands beside it. The song is about doing the dishes.

"Yo my name is rad

Dishes stinky bad (Disgusting)

Blue soap, dawn, save the duck

Hands cracked (Cracked)

Your roomie wack (Gottem)

Hungry? Get a snack

You're just mad

Cause you're bad

Nicky, ricky, dicky, dad"

Panel 2:

Wolfie stands with his arms crossed, somewhat annoyed but fighting back a smirk.

"Right.

While this is a great show of teamwork, I think your energy would be better spent simply gettin' the damn dishes done.

It's been a week.

Just do it."

Panel 3:

Alwyne returns a shit-eating grin to Wolfie.

"C'mon! Look at it this way - we're on strike. You wouldn't wanna be a scab, would ya, Cap?"

Panel 4:

Wolfie's face locks into a firm frown, then he leans forward, face contorting into a chimplike expression with his eyes wide and teeth bare in a grin. He's on his last nerve and will not play the labor rights game (because he will win).

"Get it done."

Panel 5:

Alwyne raises his hands up defensively, eyes big and wet in fear and sadness. Like a weird lost dog. Simcha grips his shoulders, whispering frantically to him: