Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Billy and Scott.
“What's that smell?” Ann asks, walking in.
“No, Scott took care of dinner this time.”
“Ahh, so it's take out.”
“I could cook if I wanted to, but those Chinese dudes down the block do it so much better.”
“Break out the fortune cookies!”
“This is a new place actually, they just opened. How could they know our fortunes already?”
“Magical cookie voodoo, here they are.”
“Woah. Are those half chocolate?”
“Marble fortune cookies, this I can get on board with!”
Sara bites into a fortune cookie, and pulls out her fortune.
“I like the chocolate! Delicious.”
“Billy yanks the fortune out of her hand: You are filled up with a sense of urgency. Be patient or you may end up confused.”
Sara frowns. “What's that mean?”
“It was right! You are confused!”
“It means you are rushing around so much that you've forgotten why you're rushing around.”
Scott opens his and reads it aloud. “No one ever drowned in his own sweat. What? What kind of fortune is this? I think they're defective.”
“Open your mind. It's suggesting that that you shouldn't be afraid to get a little dirty, do a little work.”
“Who said I'm afraid dirty? Not me!”
“Relax Scott, I don't think the Cookies are meant as a personal insult.”
“Passive aggressive fortune cookies? Now there's an idea.”
“As long as they're chocolate.”