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With a wink and a smile you say, "So foxy, eat any good hearts today?" *your long forked tongue slips out of your mouth as you smile*
She whips her head around, a scowl on her face, fangs sticking into her lips.
"Actually, I'm on a diet" she says. "I was told I was getting a bit too out of control by management...more than my allotted quota for the century or some 엉터리...."
"Hmmm interesting," you contemplate. "Maybe you should tone it down. We can't all be professionals at cheating the system."
You then are startled by the thunderous voice of your boss..This man is gigantic, like a brick shithouse of a man. He's busting out of his white shirt, the buttons barely able to close. He is not fat, indeed, there is little fat on him. He's all muscle, and the muscle looks angry. His sculpted hair and long beard are grey, but his face is red with anger.
He's screaming at the top of his lungs, and to avoid his wrath, everyone scatters back to their rightful places.