>>5138761Steadying themselves against the table, you only just realize the rivulets of blood dripping from the tears on your boss’ glove.
“I <span class="mu-i">KNEW</span> there was something special in you, Stan–from the moment I saw that application of yours!” Fighting off their laughing fit, Sunny rests their chin in their bleeding hand as they let out a satisfied sigh.
“You know–you’d <span class="mu-i">kill</span> in the business world. Might need some help with numbers, wardrobe, and the <span class="mu-b">ART OF THE DEAL,</span> but Christ, Stan, you can smell bullshit like a <span class="mu-i">SHARK!</span>”
Still reeling from the sudden change of tone, you raise an eyebrow at your employer–so wait, they <span class="mu-i">aren’t</span> trustworthy?
“<span class="mu-i">HELL</span> NO! I’m a <span class="mu-b">CEO,</span> Stanley–I can barely trust <span class="mu-i">myself</span>!” Wiping a rogue tear from their glowing eye, Sonny sends a bemused grin your way. “Sure as hell can’t trust <span class="mu-i">you</span> either, though–what were you <span class="mu-i">thinking</span>, Stan?”
Watching you expectantly, your boss eventually elicits an innocent ‘<span class="mu-i">huh?</span>’ from you. <span class="mu-i">DAMN, THEY’RE GOOD!</span>
“Playtime’s over, Stan–don’t BS me: you’ve got your pet scientist smuggling <span class="mu-r">FLESH-EATING CHEMICALS</span> into the bunker, you’ve got a whole band of <span class="mu-r">SKELETON REFUGEES</span> mobilizing in the hills, and even worse: I have to hear about the latter from <span class="mu-r">PONDEROSA!</span>”
Frowning at your rap sheet, Sunny scolds you with a series of ‘<span class="mu-i">tsk</span>’s. “If it was anyone else, Stan, I’d have you stuffed and mounted on my wall by now, but I like ya… a <span class="mu-i">LOT</span>, so let’s just start with the big question: <span class="mu-s">WHY?</span>”
You start the explanation with your trademark eyeroll–at this point you oughta’ have this info <span class="mu-i">laminated</span> and put on a lanyard around your neck! Long story short, you begin, not all of the skeletons are evil–sure, they’re violent at times and can be dicks, but there’s a bunch out there who are fighting against <span class="mu-r">TIM’S</span> control!
“Like the ones in <span class="mu-g">JOPLIN,</span> huh?” Sonny asks as they lean forward with interest. Well… <span class="mu-i">yea!</span> And they’ve been super helpful, too–without the greaser’s help you would have died ages ago, and thanks to some of the pirates and Joplin-folk, you’re sitting here right now! And you got free drinks!
>CONTD. 