Give him a piece of your mind
"Look, old man, I've had it up to here with you. I've been working myself to death here, always playing along with your little games, you foul-smelling, fire cracking, lightening bolt-throwing piece of petrified shit!"
Yeahhhh.... That'd really get him, you think in your head before you stand up to say it.
Your mouth opens, blood boiling, hair enveloping the room, when your almost grand "Fuck you" speech is intercepted by the slap of a comically large stack of papers upon your desk.
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.
