Remember me? I'm that Greg Sanders guy. Used to work with you.
So, um, when am I allowed to come back to work?
I miss you all and I'm angry that more of you didn't come by to visit, you bastards.
The point is, I'm killing myself here. I feel like I've been exiled or something. There's only so much daytime television a guy can take.
Please let me
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