Converse.

Dereck: So how's the job? Got anything interesting going on?
Calvin: Actually last night I got a call from Chief Stanley.
Dereck: Oh shit, nice. What kind of job did he have for you?
Calvin: I am investigating a chain of murders.
Dereck: How many murders?
Calvin: Last night was the third.
Dereck: How are they connected? Do you know?
Calvin: Well the murders are connected by method of murder, b-
Dereck: Which is?
Calvin: Laceration to the stomach and surgical removal of the victim's uterus.
Dereck: Fuck. What are they doing with the uterus?
Calvin: We don't know.
Dereck: Are the kills serial or random?
Calvin: We suspect serial but we can't find a connection between the victims other than pregnancy.
Dereck: Wait. Please tell me you didn't get that Mitch dude as your partner again.
You chuckle.
Calvin: No, my partner's name is Cole. He talks a lot but he isn't as bad as Mitch.
Dereck: Good. I'm done with all that stupid complaining.
Calvin: I am happy not to have him to complain about. Anyway, how's your job going?
Dereck: Which one?
Calvin: Well I meant your music, but if you have a story to tell then tell it.
Dereck: Well being a waiter still sucks. That is just about all it does.
Calvin: As you have said.
Dereck: But I found this sick song to remix last night. It went like dun dun dun wub wub wubub dun dun wub wub wub dun then it had some cool lyrics and it went back to wub wub wubub wub wub wubub and had some more lyrics then-
Calvin: Dereck. Stop.
Dereck: What?
Calvin: Stop doing that.
Dereck: Why?
Calvin: Because you aren't a synthesizer. You can't make EDM music with your mouth.
Dereck: Fine... Oh yeah! Dude. I got you the best present this year.
Calvin: You say that every year.
Dereck: And have I ever been wrong?
Calvin: Yes.
Dereck: Okay well I'm not this time.
Calvin: Well let's see it.