"Yeah, sure, of course, that all makes total sense."
Her job strikes him as incredibly bizarre, and he's saying that as a guy that's sometimes the only sober one in the office (the incident where everyone had done speed is still very much fresh in his mind; he doesn't think he's ever going to forget just how ridiculously everyone was acting, himself included, and he hadn't even done any drugs.)
"So, uh..."
He leads them down a hallway and into a large room. It's fairly nondescript, except for the fact that every wall is papered with drawings, some of which are intricate and some of which are simply half-finished sketches, photos, words, storyboards, and all manner of ad ideas. It's ridiculously colorful, and his excessively colorful outfit almost seems to fit in, here.
"This is where the magic happens, I guess. For a given value of magic. And that over there--" He gestures to the end of the table, where a bearded man is intently working on sketching something out. "--That's Stan. I'm going to guess he's ignoring me right now, for whatever reason, probably because of something irritating I said, until he realizes that I'm here with a visitor who's new and interesting, and then he'll probably look up and..."
At that moment, Stan looks up from his drawing, and offers the both of them a huge grin. Ginsberg looks at Tosh and shakes his head. "See? What'd I say, that was just a given. Stan, this is Tosh. Tosh, this is Stan."
There's definite affection in his voice, even as he's rolling his eyes.
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Her job strikes him as incredibly bizarre, and he's saying that as a guy that's sometimes the only sober one in the office (the incident where everyone had done speed is still very much fresh in his mind; he doesn't think he's ever going to forget just how ridiculously everyone was acting, himself included, and he hadn't even done any drugs.)
"So, uh..."
He leads them down a hallway and into a large room. It's fairly nondescript, except for the fact that every wall is papered with drawings, some of which are intricate and some of which are simply half-finished sketches, photos, words, storyboards, and all manner of ad ideas. It's ridiculously colorful, and his excessively colorful outfit almost seems to fit in, here.
"This is where the magic happens, I guess. For a given value of magic. And that over there--" He gestures to the end of the table, where a bearded man is intently working on sketching something out. "--That's Stan. I'm going to guess he's ignoring me right now, for whatever reason, probably because of something irritating I said, until he realizes that I'm here with a visitor who's new and interesting, and then he'll probably look up and..."
At that moment, Stan looks up from his drawing, and offers the both of them a huge grin. Ginsberg looks at Tosh and shakes his head. "See? What'd I say, that was just a given. Stan, this is Tosh. Tosh, this is Stan."
There's definite affection in his voice, even as he's rolling his eyes.