hey deadhead!

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THE FUCK?

I was just sittin here, mindin my own fucking business playing some Resident Evil.
Why the hell am I in a fucking cubicle?

Alright..... *sigh* It's not like I just got my job at Darkstar Comics anyways....

Does anyone know the way out of here?
Daisy's comin home soon and I'm supposed to be watching the goddamn dog.

Fuck a doodle doo

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[tripping_balls]

What the hell are you talking about?

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I thought I made myself perfectly clear.

I have a job making comics at Darkstar.
I don't need to work here.
I want to get out of here.
I want to get back to playing Resident Evil.
If I don't get home Daisy will kill me for not watching the dog.

Simple as that.

[parcell_package]

Hey, Mr. Bisley! Welcome to our little company!

I'm not particularly fond of video games (too violent!) or comic books (except for those fun Preacher comics! Good for promoting religion!), but I'm sure we'll make for the best of friends!

You've got a neat accent, too! I bet you're from England!

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fuck, another happy go lucky. He and Daisy sure would get along

I am, nice to have myself pinned like that.

But actually, I'm not really bent on staying here. I do already have a job, and I was wondering, do you know of any blokes who can bust me out of here?

[paraschrute]

Well, with your slacker sensibilites (video games and comic books? There's a thing called work), I wouldn't be surprised if you get fired in a few weeks.

Also, I'm sure you might need a work visa.

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I actually have a job writing comics back home, thank you.
So bugger off with the whole "get a job" type attitude.

As for the visa, I say thank god I don't have one. GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE~!