Two male officers are talking just outside my office, near the Xerox. I can't see them and I don't recognize their voices. One voice is deeper than average and peppers speech with 'you know what I'm sayin?". The other has some nervous laughter and sounds like he might surf on the weekends:
Deep: Hey, I got some of that Axe shit and my lady is loving it. It's almost like their commercials, man!
Surf: What's that? Axe?
Deep: You serious? Axe, the body spray. Bow chica wow wow, you know what I'm sayin?
Surf: Are you kidding me, dude? You use body spray? Like a chick?
Deep: Hell no. This is a man's body spray. Like I said, my girl sniffs IT UP! She loves it, man. You should try it.
Surf: Uhuh. No way. If I start wearing body spray my girlfriend's gonna think I'm going out on her. All I need is for her to start calling here when I'm working O.T. That would seriously cramp my game.