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*BoomDawg, can you pair with Half-Boob for this one?*

*El-Jefe* commanded as if he was asking.

I looked distastefully over at *Half-Boob* who was lurking furtively nearby.

*Pair? Like, to write a document? Seriously?*

My voice couldn't help but rise up at the end of every sentence like a Californian hemp grower.

*El-Jefe* scowled at me as if I were a fibrous poo blocking his bomb doors.

*Yes. Pair. You know, like when you...*

He started to patronise me but I cut him off with an imperious flick of my shiny silver pen of many nibs.

*I __know__ what pairing is. I just don't see why I have to pair with old ChuckleTits there to knock up a few PowerPoint slides?*

I made a *sorry mate* face at *Half-Boob* as if I was actually sorry as I spoke.

*This is for the Board, get it? I want it bullet proof. So, pair with him.*

*El-Jefe* growled low in his chest as if he were attempting to seduce an angry dog before stomping off.

*Half-Boob* sidled over and pulled up a chair whilst smiling at me with too many teeth.

*Um, alright then. How shall we do this? Shall I ride shotgun?*

He fanned his fingers about in front of him as if tickling a fish called Celine.

*Nobody is riding anything.*

I said, giving him a glare that could wilt even the firmest of penises.

*Ha, yes. But really. Um, how shall we, um, you know? Should we... Well, let's take a step back, hmm?*

*Half-Boob* edged his chair in closer to mine until our knees touched. My nostrils flared mightily and I harrumphed at him for violating the First Law of Man. 

He pulled back a little and grinned nervously.

*Let's approach this holistically. I mean, you know. If we knock heads we can maybe synergise..?*

He tilted his head as if he were a spaniel hearing ghosts.

*I beg your pardon?*

I frowned.

*Half-Boob* snapped out of what has looked to be a momentary trance and nodded.

*Yes, so... How can we leverage what we __don't know__ into the as is?*

He asked earnestly.

*What did you just say?*

I asked incredulously. 

*Half-Boob* opened his mouth as if to utter more nonsensical sentences. I cut him off.

*You shoosh. I write. Cool?*

I put my headphones on and started to tap away at my keyboard. 

Some time later I looked up and *Half-Boob* was gone.

This *pairing* lark wasn't so bad after all.