Cut Your Losses
"Look, sir. I have been working as fast as I can, but there's been a lot on my plate...unlike some of us..." you motion your head to a blue woman with four hands standing amongst your gossiping coworkers,"...I only have two hands and..."
The boss starts to show a look of sheer anger in his eye. You can see his hair stand up on end. Literal sparks start to go off within his burly beard. He puffs himself up and starts to scream.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU. I MADE YOU WHAT YOU ARE AND THIS IS HOW YOU THANK M..."
The one who put them there, a young man 20s in looks, much older in reality. He has fiery strawberry blond hair. By no means an attractive man, his nose large, face gaunt, skin pale and freckles scattered upon his face in places that don't add to his beauty, yet a clever grin makes him charming and approachable. He's quick witted, smooth-talking, and most importantly... a dear friend.
