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[xp_angel]

Right.

So I've been following all your work, scrupulously taking notes, and other things that mean how much of a boss I am. I've determined no one is worthy enough to step into my ridiculously large shoes and everything remains as status quo.

As a consolation prize, you all get hamsters. There's a cage in the office. Maya, as the intern, they're your responsibility. I think I bought food. Hamsters eat donuts, right? Anyways, I've named each one after someone in the office -- feel free to figure out who is who.

Hint: The one always licking his junk is Q.

Happy Monday! I'll be in my office, ignoring you all, like usual.

- W

Comments

[xp_havok]

If the one named after me isn't the blonde asshole who keeps trying to climb the wheel, you done screwed up, boss.

Can we at least get little plastic balls for them to run around in?

[xp_angel]

I tried to find hamster gel to match your haircut but said product doesn't exist.

[xp_echo]

Argh. Fine. And no, hamsters don't eat donuts. They eat hamster food. Don't blame me if you wake up to them nesting in your wings.

[xp_angel]

Ew. That's an automatic reason for dismissal.

Think of it this way: if you can't handle this, maybe you should never have children.

[xp_echo]

You're lucky that I actually care about doing well.