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WARNING: SWEARING INVOLVED. IF YOU STILL PLAY ON A CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER GTFO!
Director Chance had almost had it as a director of Site-12.
“I don’t know who did it, but I know you motherfuckers filled 20 of the evacuation helicopters with macaroni noodles. The other 100 or so sumbitches have a packet of cheese powder mixed with milk and butter on the seats, and it’s fucking disgusting. What the hell guys! I will personally send you all into a room, turn out the lights, and send in 173 and let him have fun with your fucking necks! Who’s the macaroni noodle then, bitch? And another thing! My office was infiltrated recently and filled with barbecue sauce. 2 fucking inches deep! Where do you get that much of that shit? I’m gonna-”
“Something bothering you, Chance?” Dr. Bright sauntered into the room.
“One of these motherfuckers is pulling shit around here, and I wanna know who!” Screamed Chance
“Why don’t you quit antagonizing my interns? They’re scared to death! This one looks to be in shock!”
A huddle of new employees cowered on the floor before them. One of the younger ones had her knees drawn to her chest, rocking back and forth slowly.
“I will not until I know who did this! It is a disgrace!”
“Fine. But let me do it. Come along to my office.” Bright gestured to the door.
They left the room, leaving an awestruck Chance still pointing an accusing finger at the wall.
“Great job guys! He totally fell for it! Next we can g-”
Director Chance sling open the door.
“I KNEW IT! YOU ASSHOLES THINK THAT JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE NEW YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT?! I AM DONE! I QUIT!”
He threw down his keycard and tag, spat on the floor, and walked out. Bright strode over to the items and picked them up. He laughed once, and sat at his desk.
“Now. Let’s get to work!”
