Breaking Ed

"*sigh* So. Who's gonna tell him?"
"Not me"
"Not me"
"You know not me"
"Well, some one needs to! ............Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Ed, we need to talk."
"Uh.........., yes."
"Do you remember why you were hired here?"
"My uncle's the manager."
"Was. Was the manager. As you know, he died last month. We promised him that you'd have a job here as long as he's alive, no matter how much trouble you caused. As years went by, we started to somewhat value you as part of the Goodburger team. Your stupidity gave us a reason to come in every day. But sadly, Ed, that time has come to an end. I hate to say this, but, *sigh* . Starting tomorrow, Ed Mitchim....... you're fired."
"Whoa."
"Yes, Ed, whoa indeed. In the meantime, I'd be honored to help you find another job."
"No, dude. My meth lab is doing fine."
"Alright, E~....... wait, wait. What did you just say? Your /what/ lab?"
"My........ uh, math lab. Yeah....... that's it, meth lab. I MEAN MATH~ oh shit, he's already on to me!"
"YOU BET YOUR ASS I'M ALREADY ON TO YOU!"