Where Are My Documents?!
You, intern. In my office! When? Five minutes ago, you piece of shit. You know what? Forget my office. Meet me in the unemployment office, ’cause you’re fired. Who the fuck are you to question when I want you in my office? You’re nobody. Got it? Why are you even answering me? You don’t work here anymore. Now get the fuck out of here. And tell that ugly kid in the corner to come see me.
What’s your name, ugly? What? I don’t like that name. Doesn’t sit right with me. So I’m gonna call you Ugly Pete. Got it? Great. Now, Ugly Pete, I need to know something- What? I know Ugly Pete isn’t your real name. You think I’m stupid?! Get your ugly ass out of my office! And don’t touch anything on your way out. I finally got everything in here just how I want it. I don’t want your ugly ass uglying everything up. Move it!
What are you looking at? You got a problem with how I talk to my ugly employees? Well, maybe you know how to run this company better than I do? Maybe your name should be on that door? Maybe you should get complete access to the company Kia Sonata?! Is that what you think? What? Speak up! Stop moving your hands like that! It angers me! What? Now, who the fuck are you? What do you mean, she’s deaf? Big deal! What?! I know what American sign language is and that is not it! Both of you, get your disabled asses out of this office! Yes, you are so disabled. How? Your eyes are weird looking. They’re too far aprt. Now get the hell out of my office, you back-talking hammerhead shark-looking motherfucker!
Who the fuck are you? The police? Good, because I have a crime to report. You’re both assholes, now go arrest yourselves. It is so a crime. Well if I were in charge it would be. Regardless, get the fuck out of my office.
What the fuck is that? What’s a taser?! And where are my documents?! Oooooh, that’s a taser. Goddamn you all.
