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You’re the only one who cares. I’m going to move you in with me. (The uniform is mandatory, union regulations, you see.)
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((((Shhhhh!))))
That danged Aussie must have raided my file cabinets and uncovered my strategy. Now that he’s spilling the beans, how in heck will I ever get any victims “viable applicants“ with his meddling getting in the way? Can’t a brutha run a small business these days? Grrrrrrr.
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Wait, that last sentence is inspirational. Send her to me with her anti-union viewpoint. I can create a special workspace just for her.
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Folks, she’s delusional, it’s driven by the maddening desire to be with me yet she cannot. I keep telling everyone, THAT’S NOT WHAT I LOOK LIKE! Grrrrrrrr.
Thanks for the heads-up, I hadn’t even considered that possibility. I’ve already tasked some of my assistants to run the milk and cookies over to the lab and have them tested. I’m not putting anything past you at all, Mate. Even trace amounts of the vile poison could be hidden in there somewhere.
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