Chef






Percy:
Dad?

Carl Casper:
Yeah.

Percy:
You got 1,653 followers since last night.

Carl Casper:
Oh, is that good?

Percy:
It's amazing.

Carl Casper:
Oh, good. What does it mean?

Percy:
It means that 1,653 people are reading your Twitter feed.

Carl Casper:
Mmm-hmm. I thought it was like texting.

Percy:
Did you post anything since last night?

Carl Casper:
No.

Percy:
Are you sure?

Carl Casper:
Yeah, I just sent a private message to somebody.

Percy:
To who?

Carl Casper:
To that a-hole food critic.

Percy:
You can only send private messages to people who are following you. I think you might have posted that publicly.

Carl Casper:
No, he wrote something nasty about me and then I hit "reply" and it let me send a message to him.

Percy:
Dad, replies are public. Everybody can read them. And it looks like he re-tweeted it to all his 123,845 followers. And he wrote back.

Carl Casper:
What did he say?

Percy:
I don't think I should read it.

Carl Casper:
Just... can you read it to me, please? Read the... read the reply.

Percy:
[sighs] "At Chef Carl Casper, I would rather have you sit on my face after a brisk walk on a warm day than suffer through that f***ing lava cake again."

Carl Casper:
He wrote that to me?

Percy:
He wrote it to everybody.

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