Al: Ah, here it is! Captain Jerky's Meat-Curing Kit. Hey, Tim. It's open.
Tim: Hey, Al. The place looks great. I brought over your signed copy of the lease.
Al: Without a forklift? I can't believe you had me sign an 18-page lease. You know, my last lease was two pages. Don't you trust me?
Tim: Al, of course I trust you. I got one little addendum I want you to sign, though, right here. There you go.
Al: A "no gravy in the bedroom" clause?