Nikki: Luke! Luke, I know you're right in there!
Luke: O! Nikki! What a suprise. I almost didn't hear your banging and screaming. What can I do for you?
Nikki: This thing can not happening.
Luke: You're storming up and you're interupting my work. I could not agree more.
Nikki: No, you're interupting my work. I'm trying to record my podcast.
Luke: Hm, that's right. A little podcast.
Nikki: You know we have more than five million subscribers so that's not exactly what I would call a little.
Luke: Hm, you know what I have? A real job. And I get to back so...
Nikki: And you write jingles for cereal companies! Your job is no more legitimate than mine. Yea, ever since you moved here I can't go through one recording session without you just ruining everything. I can't, I can't keep living like this!
Luke: What you want me to do about it?
Nikki: Play your piano in some other time!
Luke: To play my piano, play my piano, play my... Would 6 am suit majesty?
Nikki: I just need you to be quite between hours 12 and 4 pm.
Luke: Oh, you see that is when my creativity is at its peak. Can't you record your podcast in some other time?
Nikki: No. I have listeners accross the country. That's the time zone sweet spot.
Luke: Then I guess we have a stalmate.
Nikki: Well I lived her for longer so I have seniority.
Luke: Ha ha ha.
Nikki: And I happen to know that you have a propane barbeque on your balcony and it would be such a shame if supervisior would found out.
Luke: Fine. You can have noon to 4.
Nikki: Thank you. Thank you for your cooperation!