WORK IN PROGRESS

I had a late night at the office a few nights ago - actually this whole week, but whatever these things happen. By 9pm I'd had enough. And I came up with a story that I want to turn into a major motion picture / youtube video.
Pitch:
(setting: dreary office cubicle - classic!)
Cody and Neil have been cubicle-mates for years. They might know each other, but these two aren't friends. Instead of railing against the institution that has enslaved them and stolen their manhood, Cody and Neil have chosen to channel their rage toward each other.
Today's confrontation: Glass of Oil
Neil: What the fuck Cody?
Cody: Neil I refuse to be spoken to like that. This is supposed to be a professional environment. Just wait til I tell Mr. Wickersham
Neil: Wickersham is a dick. Wait. What the fuck is that?
Cody: What?
Neil: In your mug. Is that oil?
Cody:[sheepishly] Yeah Neil [nervous laugh] I drink glasses of oil because it tastes good, and reminds me of my grandmother. That makes sense.
Neil: Holy shit. You officially became the quiet neighbour. I mean I always knew you were a weird guy, what with the hentai, chapped lips, clammy hands, but this? This takes the cake.
Cody: FINE. I drink oil. I. Drink. Oil.
Neil: Give me back my pen.