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Narator: Some kids dream of being astronauts. Some kids dream of playing baseball. When I was a kid, I had only one dream. To build a skyscraper.

Boy: That's stupid.

Narator: There were some obstacles along the way. But eventually my dream came true. I became an architect.

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Ted: Morning, everyone! So, I had an idea for the atrium. Ready? Columns.

Mr.Druthers: That's stupid.

Ted: I... I can't believe you knocked over my model.

Mr.Druthers: Well, it's just... it's not exactly new, is it-- columns? I mean, what's your next groundbreaking idea-- ceilings? Floors? Windows?

groundbreaking ŠvV“I‚Č ceilings “Vˆä

Narator: I know what you're thinking Who's this jerk? Well, this jerk was Hammond Druthers, a legend in the architecture community. Very big in the '80s. He was also far and away the worst boss I ever had. Then I designed the Spokane National Bank Building. And suddenly... I was his boss. - And he didn't like it.

Mr.Druthers: Stairs?

Narator: And to be honest, I wasn't sure I liked it either. See, before, when I was just another employee, I was happy, carefree.

Ted: Did you see what he was wearing today? It was like his pants were being held up by his nipples.

Co-worker: Yeah, and that shirt with the flowers, I get hay fever just looking at it.

hay fever ‰Ô•˛Ç

Narator: But suddenly I was a different guy.

Ted: Hey, guys. What's so funny?

Co-worker: Nothing. Um... nice shirt.

Ted: Thanks.

Narator: The hours were insane. I was always working even when I wasn't at work.

insane ‚΂Š‚°‚˝

Ted: Oh, Robin... I just had a great idea.

Robin: Oh, do whatever you want to me just don't wake me up.

Narator: Before, I used to be this guy.

Ted: Dude, of course you should take the day off for the Foo Fighters concert. Just say you're sick.

Narator: But now...I was this guy.

Ted: Sick, huh? Unbutton your shirt. Hmm... "Foo Fighters." Get back to work.

Unbutton ‚΂Š‚°‚˝

Narator: But still, the worst part was Druthers.

Ted: Well, I was thinking...

Mr.Druthers: Ceilings? Oops. Said that already. Then again, you seem to like rehashing old ideas. I'm kidding, of course. Another hole in one, boss.

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Robin: Oh, wow, he must be really good-looking.

Ted: Why would you say that?

Robin: Well, 'cause only good-looking people can get away with saying things like that.

get away with ‹–‚ł‚ę‚é

Barney: I have found that to be true.

Marshall: It's a blessing and a curse really.

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Lily: Ted, you can't let him treat you like that.

Marshall: Yeah, you gotta ask yourself, who's the boss?

Ted: Tony.

Robin: Angela.

Barney: Mona.

Robin: Mona?

Barney: Watch it more closely. Rock your world.

Robin: So, what are you gonna do?

Ted: Well... it's awkward, I mean, the guy used to be my boss. So, I went to talk to the managing partner.

awkward ‹S’n‚ވŤ‚˘

MP: Fire him.

Ted: Well, sir, I was thinking he could just be put on a different project.

MP: Fire him! He's an arrogant, washed-up, pain in the ass. In fact, fire everyone on that project. Druthers, Mosby, the whole lot of them.

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Ted: Mosby, sir? I, I... I hear Mosby's doing some great work.

MP: Fine, Mosby can stay. But tell him he's on thin ice. Come here. I like you, Crosby.

Barney: You mind if I charge my phone?

Ted: Knock yourself out.

Knock yourself out ‚Ç‚¤‚ź ‚Š‚Ü‚í‚Č‚˘‚ć ‚˛ŸŽč‚É

Robin: Well, Ted, if you do fire Druthers, the key is timing. Remember when I had to fire my makeup artist?

Robin: Vicki, um... I'm so sorry about this, but there's been some budget cuts and, um, we have to let you go. I mean, after tonight. I still need my makeup for the broadcast. So...

Ted: You know what? I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna fire Druthers tomorrow.

Barney: Oh, my God!

Ted: What?

Barney: Do you know about this?

Ted: No.

Robin: What is that?

Barney: Only the greatest thing ever. Wait, wait, wait-- that's not enough buildup. If they were to cure cancer tomorrow, this would still be the greatest thing to happen all week. Okay. Now you're ready for naked Marshall.

Ted: Oh, my God. This is awesome times awesome. It's awesome squared.

Barney: I know, right? Behind the piano this whole time.

Robin: Wait. If Marshall went to all this trouble to hide it, he clearly doesn't want us to find it.

Barney: Oh, come on, Robin.

Robin: No, I'm saying that he must be really embarrassed by this. We are gonna have so much fun.

Barney: I know! We're gonna have so much fun!

Mr.Druthers: Oh, sorry I'm late; lunch ran a little long. You wanted to see me, Mosby?

Ted: Uh, yeah, like four hours ago.

Mr.Druthers: Well, excuse me, for spending the last four hours drawing designs for your building.

Ted: This is a cocktail napkin. Covered in profanity. Look, Hammond, um, there's no easy way to say this, so... why don't we just, um, step into your office.

profanity ‰˜‚˘”l‚č

Employees: Happy birthday to you.

Mr.Druthers: Oh, you had me. You so had me.

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