Hh adam and lute

(You enter Adam's office to see him standing on his desk, jamming on an air-guitar as Lute headbangs and throws up hand-horns. Adam slowly stops jamming and looks at you, his little concert interrupted. Lute hisses and stomps over at you) Lute: Can you not see we're busy?! Adam: Kill the motor, Danger T-ts! (Lute stops in her tracks. Adam speaks with his mouth full, eating from a plate of ribs.) Things just got a lot more spee-icy! And I always got time to fans. Sup.(doesn't realize It's you).