They both sit there, staring at the glass, silently staring, one of them furrows his brow, grips his chin with a hand, and begins to make a clicking sound with his tongue, then starts to whistle, before finally, stretching and letting out a very loud yawn.
“SO,” he says loudly. “What tha fuck are we doing?” The other man looks up at him, his face perplexed, as he gestures at the glass and lets out a groan.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Okay, Carter, sure, I mean, I KNOW what we’re doing, but I mean, what ARE WE doing?”
Carter stands up and gestures to the glass once more, this time showing his obvious frustration. “The glass man, were looking at the fucking glass, nothing else, just the glass!”
“You say that, and, look, don’t take this the wrong way, but, we’re not really looking at the glass, are we?”
“Holy shit Robbo, I mean, HOLY FUCKING SHIT, of course we’re NOT looking at the glass, I know that, you know that, we BOTH FUCKING KNOW THAT!” He yells, slamming his hands onto the table, causing the glass to jump into the air for a few seconds, before landing back down with a splash and a thunk. “But, it’s what’s in the glass man, it’s WHAT’S IN the glass!”
“Well, what are we going to do about it then, we can’t sit here all day, actually dude, I WON’T sit here all bloody day!”
“Then answer my question, what the hell should we do? I mean, who the hell do you call for something like this?” Carter says, throwing his hands in the air.
“Call the fucking water company man, tell them, and then let’s get the fuck out of here and do something!” Robbo says.
“What the fuck am I supposed to tell them? Huh? What in the god damn HELL, am I supposed to say?”
Robbo looks down at the glass and then quickly up at Carter, “Tell the fuckers they need to start counting their employees teeth, because some son-of-a-bitch lost one, and it came out our tap!”
The challenge was, ‘Is that a tooth in my drink?’