Why I will write a sitcom about my workplace

What follows is a flash report on the conversation between two ostensibly warm, caring, engaging, and intelligent MANAGERS at my office. This seriously just happened:

ROB: I just don't know what to do about these kids in my neighborhood, I'm pretty sure they're dealing drugs.

TONY: You know what I would do? I'd get in the car, drive past them, and shoot 'em. With a really powerful bb gun. Take out an eye or something. You know, I got friends...back in Brooklyn...

ROB: Nah, I wouldn't shoot them from the car. I'd probably shoot them from my house.

Vigilante justice makes me tingle.