>>5134505Twirling the silver fork between your fingers, you can’t help but hesitate a bit at the mouth-watering feast placed in front of you. For <span class="mu-i">FREE</span>, even!
“Not to worry, Stanley–I’m sure he lived a <span class="mu-i">very</span> fulfilling lobster life-”
The food ain’t the problem, you interrupt as you place the fork back onto the table! What’s the big idea bringing in the girl you apparently strangled at that party? <span class="mu-i">AND</span> cooking you brunch?
Sunny cocks their head to the side with an amused look on their masked face. “Why, to get <span class="mu-i">revenge</span>, of course! Fair’s fair, right?”
Pushing away from the table, your boss fills the garden area with another round of laughter! Slapping their thigh, Sonny shakes their head as they recover from the laughing fit. “Or maybe… maybe I wanted to prove a point? Or perhaps Christy’s just a superstar and can cook a <span class="mu-i">mean</span> lobster? Take it from management, sweetheart–staffing a kitchen is <span class="mu-i">murder</span> these days…”
Your brow furrows involuntarily as impatience wells up within you. You’re gonna go with <span class="mu-b">B: PROVING A POINT.</span> As the words escape your lips, Sunny taps the tines of their own fork on the side of the glass table to produce a ringing sound!
“What can I say? I’m predictable!” Releasing a ‘<span class="mu-i">you got me</span>’ sigh, your boss shrugs as a fresh burst of gas enters their mask tube. “You’re starting to know me a bit <span class="mu-i">too</span> well, Stanley–play your cards right and you’ll get to know even <span class="mu-i">MORE,</span> you dog, you!” Shooting you a mischievous wink across the table, the boss clears their throat before adopting a more serious tone.
“Not to worry, Stan–besides rending her larynx into a jelly, your erm… <span class="mu-i">accident</span> conveniently left her too traumatized to clearly remember the event–quite convenient for all parties involved, wouldn’t you agree?”
Bolting upright from your chair, you jab an accusatory finger in your employer’s direction–Are they crazy or <span class="mu-i">WHAT?!</span> What the <span class="mu-i">hell</span> does that prove, anyways?!
“What it proves, Stanley, is that when life gives you lemons, be they rotting, unripe, or infested with parasites, a bit of gumption and the right hand can make the <span class="mu-i">sweetest</span> lemonade.” They reply in a pleasant tone. “Other people might not see it–hell, they might even give up on you, but I <span class="mu-i">do</span> and I <span class="mu-i">won’t</span>--you, Christy, Blumenkrantz, hell, <span class="mu-i">everyone</span> at this company has their quirks! All I ask is that you have faith in how we utilize them, is all!”
Still not convinced, you ask what <span class="mu-i">their</span> quirk is, earning another laugh from your boss.
“HA! We don’t have <span class="mu-i">nearly</span> enough time to list all of those! Speaking of, Stanley, I know you’ve got a schedule to keep, so let’s get down to brass tacks…”
What’s next on the agenda?
>YOUR BLACKOUTS!>THE TRAITOR!>MISSING PERSONNEL!>SONNY/SUNNY’S INJURIES AND CONDITIONS!>YOUR FUTURE WITH THE COMPANY!>WRITE-IN! 