Sam: Only, pasta. A really big box of pasta. I'm not overestimating how much pasta we just got in the mail.
BossBoss: Okay, um, hand it out, I guess.
Sam: THE PASTAMAN COMETH!
You guys, there is a world of noodle here at my desk. I'm drowning in dried single-serving microwaveable pasta. Ziti and Meat Sauce flavour.
I feel like a Flying Spaghetti Monster evangelist.
Hello. I'd like to talk to you about the importance of ziti in your life.
To which travels_in_time added:
Which meant that the rest of the conversation pretty much translated, in my head, to this:
Sam: Somebody set us up some pasta.
BossBoss: We get pasta?
Sam: Main package open up.
Sam: All their box are belong to us.
BossBoss: You have no chance to go out nuke your lunch.
Sam: FOR GREAT ZITI.
And amphritie added:
Have you ever considered that carbohydrates may be your personal saviour?
Context is public, QWP, and thinks low-carb is the work of the Devil.