9 to 5 (more like 8 to 6, bah)

Cubemate: [reading email] Delete … delete … ha! in your dreams; delete … del – hang on … hmmmm … wha? … NO WAY … Fuck OFF, I do NOT believe this.

Jac: Are you actually talking to me or just adding to the hole in the ozone layer?

Cubemate: Why? How can we be so STUPID? Why the fuck would you DO that? Fuck fuck fuckity fuckity FUCK!

Jac: [interested] Ooooh, what have we done now?

Cubemate: S’not us, it’s god-damned Marketing. Damn them all to hell, bunch of useless fucknuttles.

Jac: Fucknuttles?

Cubemate: I don’t fucking know, fucking hell. Jesus.

Jac: Fucknuttles. Yes. I like it.

Cubemate: Fucking Marketing, god! what idiots. Bunch of bloody zombies.

Jac: Ah, here I beg to differ. Zombies actually WANT brains.

"Make a remark," said the Red Queen: "Its ridiculous to leave all conversation to the pudding!"

 

 

 

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