I e-mailed you. Of course you can. Anything I can do for you.
This caused the biggest, and only, laugh I’ve had while slaving away in the lab all week to prevent any more customers coming your way gabriela. I’m glad you joined this crowd of lunatics.
Bless you, dwyr.
I don’t want any more work, and my customers don’t either. So thank you for your work even if it is soul-killing slavery.
Claps wildly with giddy interest. Well told, well told indeed.
I would like to hear what happens next during the procedure.
You see dead PEOPLE ! Oh , wait , they’re really dead … Sorry …
So, what did happen to **indecisive[/]b? Is she dead yet?
Are we cutting up Hal tomorrow?
Bother. Coding spill in aisle ten!
Oh, I bet the next person has to clean it up!!
looks around
Wait. Crap. That’s me.
Christ, just because I fell upon hard times and took a job as head jizz mopper at the peep show down the street doesn’t mean I get first crack at cleaning this coding.
Gr…and it’s gonna stain, too.
You don’t wanna even hear about occpuational hazards! In the winter, when the heat wasn’t working, they’d have spooge-cicles falling off the ceilings and doorways.
heh.
By now, I was out wiping brain stuff offa me.
But that’s some bitchin’ egg salad.
::empty eye sockets burst open::
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