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Would a Richard Gere Joke Here Be So 1998?

I was sit­ting at my desk, mind­ing my own busi­ness, when this ex­change about guinea pigs be­tween two of my co-work­ers (I’ll use their ini­tials, l and e, to des­ig­nate them) came seem­ing­ly out of nowhere:
L: “you can’t keep guinea pigs in their cages all the time! You have to let them run wild and free!” **brief pause** “once a week.“
E: **laughs and ex­press­es gen­er­al in­creduli­ty**.
L: “you have to let them stretch their legs! Like a dog, or they’ll get arthri­tis!“
E: “what about those balls?“
L: “that’d break its back! A guinea pig is, like, the size of my foot! Those are for ham­sters!“
E: “well, they’re ro­dents!“
L: “guinea pigs are not ro­dents! They’re lit­tle balls of fur and love!”

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