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[tempjobs_suck]

[Sticks head out of video library...he hasn't heard any clamor or fuss from the halls in a while. He starts to wander into random cubicles around the building.]

H--hello?

Anyone out there?

Wow. Quiet. How long have I been in there? I guess I watched the entire Rocky series. That's...a long time. Maybe the building's been deserted, and now it's all

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[paraschrute]

HALT! Who goes there?

I warn you that I am exceptionally skilled in the nunchaku.

[tempjobs_suck]

WAAUGH!
[jumps]

The, ah...nunchaku, huh? You don't seem like the type to be skilled in that. or...anything that isn't donut-eating.

[paraschrute]

Watch it, Nelson! You're already on thin ice with your pseudo-slacker attitude. Besides, I would never eat a donut when a beet is far more healthier.

Now, as your superior, I demand you tell me what is going on here. I haven't stuck my head out of my cubicle in months.

[tempjobs_suck]

Superior? I'm my own superior, thanks. You can be in charge of...paper...clips.
[scratches head]
Heh, yeah.

[skip2theend]

HEY HEY watch that foot! I was sleeping here.
bloody hell that was a long nap

OH! Hey, the janitor! You think you can help me find my sketchbook?

[tempjobs_suck]

Oh--sorry 'bout the foot. And I'm not the janitor. Joel is. Haven't seen him around, though. All I've seen is...beet-lover-guy. With the glasses. Yeah.

[skip2theend]

Sorry.... its the jumpsuits, pal. You two are the only ones NOT wearing these damn polos.

Ahhhh and it's alright about the foot.

[tempjobs_suck]

Well, actually--
[points to breast pocket]
I've got a little bee there. Kinda nifty.
So, sketchbook, huh?