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>Z, Subdue Sense. Treat the TV like shit and talk shit about it, be a real god damn hardass. Don't die to the TV, please.
"PFT. FUCKING WORK, HUH?" Tough once he reads it a bit closer, Employee Z Shrugs and proceeds over to the containment cell.
Employee Z "cracks" his knuckles. Or at least mimics as well as he can.
Z: ALRIGHT. I CAN GET BEHIND THIS.
Employee Z casually strolls up to the TV. He bends down to forcefully turn the dial to a random channel.
The static lingers a bit longer than it normally does before finding a signal.
It cuts to several incredibly buff, incredibly masculine men posing in front of gym equipment.
The background music is heavy metal that is trying way too hard to sound cool.
ANOMALY: "BRO! DON'T YOU WANNA BE THE MAN TO BEAT ALL MEN?"
ANOMALY: "DON'T YOU WANNA GET FUCKING SWOLE? HUH, HUH?"
ANOMALY: "READY TO GET SO FUCKED UP, NO ONE CAN EVEN LOOK AT YOU WITHOUT WINCING?"
ANOMALY: "READY FOR A BODY THAT CAN KILL ANYONE-"
Z: BORING. SKIP.
The music stops for a moment. The muscular men look at each other in apparent confusion.
Z: YEAH, YEAH, DUDEBROS LIKE YOU THINK YOU'RE HOT SHIT. THAT YOU CAN GET, AS I CALL IT...
Z: THOSE SICK GAINS. THOSE GLORIOUS ABS. BUT YOU CAN'T.
The background music starts back up, way louder than before.
ANOMALY: "HERE AT MUSCLES, MUSIC, AND MEN...WE CARE ABOUT THOSE THREE Ms AND NOTHING ELSE!"
Z: M-COMPANY WOULD LAUGH YOU OUT IN A HEARTBEAT, SHUT THE FUCK UP.
The background music only gets even louder. It's getting hard to make out the voices on the TV.
ANOMALY: "-AL MEN KNO- DON'T SKIP LE- C'MON, EVEN ANDR-"
Z: SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY! THIS MUSIC FUCKING SUCKS, HOLY SHIT.
Z: I COULD MAKE BETTER MUSIC IN A HEARTBEAT AND I DON'T EVE-
<span class="mu-r">The music has gotten to the point where even your ears are getting hurt by it.</span>
Employee Z promptly stands up, holding his hands over his ears.
Z: OKAY. YOU WANNA PLAY LIKE THAT, ASSHOLE? HUH? HUH?
Employee Z reels back his foot and slams it against the side of the TV.
The channel suddenly changes to a wrestling match. An android is currently being grappled.
ANOMALY: "AND LOOK AT THAT! MR. NUTS AND BOLTS IS GETTING CHOKED OUT! WILL HE-"
Z: FAKE AS SHIT. EVEN THE FUCKING ADMIN FOUGHT BETTER THAN THIS GARBAGE. SKIP.
Employee Z slams his foot against the side of the TV yet again.
The channel changes to an action movie. The protagonist is suddenly hiding behind cover while gunfire flies overhead.
Employee Z shakes his head and slams his foot into the TV again.
<span class="mu-r">Only to get a sudden blast of ear piercing static flooding his head.</span>
Z: YOU SEE, SHIT LIKE THIS IS WHY PEOPLE DON'T WATCH TV ANYMORE.
Z: EAT SHIT.
Employee Z steps out, not even giving the television the time of day.
<span class="mu-i">Wait, come back, you're going to miss our new special!</span>
Employee Z stomps down the hallway, muttering about the boob tube until you can't see him anymore.
