Me, cheerfully, to my surliest coworker: Good morning, Herb!

Herb: Hm.

Me: How are you?

Herb: Meh. You?

Me: Could be worse.

Herb: How?

Me: Well I don't have dysentery. Or cholera. Yet.

Herb: .

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What did you say?

Me: Nothing.