Jamba Jerks

I've been going to Jamba Juice a lot lately. I enjoy thinking that drinks made out of ice cream and fruit are good for me. And I find their patented energy boost gives me a real... energy boost I guess.
I also enjoy the efficiency of their operation.... a system so air-tight and so simple that you could hire a labrador retriever and he'd get the hang out of it after just 2 bark-intensive hours.

But all is not well. Having been to a few different Jamba locations, I've noticed a disturbing trend: Their employees seem to engage in scripted dialogue with eachother while doing their work, usually centered on complimenting each other's work.

The first scripted dialogue I've identified went like this:

Jamba Jerk # 1: "Great job on the Peach Pleasure, Ralph! Perfect Consistency!"

Jamba Jerk # 2: "Thanks, Johnny. We've got a great batch of peaches today"

I've also been hearing this a lot:

Jamba Jerk # 1: "Great POUR, Ralph"

Jamba Jerk # 2: "I learned from the best!"

What can we do about this? I thought about putting an end to it by covering every jamba juice in america with plastic sheets. Too expensive.

No, I'm going to attack this problem with my brains. I'm going to open my own Jamba Juice, but this one will cater to ducks and professors at traditionally black colleges.

We'll have our own scripted dialogue:

Jamba Jerk # 1: "This Blueberry Banana Surprise evokes the subtle scurge of institutionalized racism"

Jamba Jerk # 2: "Quack!"