05-21-2014, 07:09 PM
In an overlit office, a put-upon minion sighed miserably. He scratched fitfully at his lederhosen, and yearned for the day he could wear jodhpurs. Something appeared from inside his boot, jumped up on the table and announced "Welcome..." a fierce all-seeing Eye. Its burning gaze swept across the room, perusing the empty folders meticulously labelled "blueprints", "private", "diagrams", "recipes".
"Not you again!" the minion said, and grabbed a book to hit it with. "Welcome fucking what?" he snapped irritably. The eye blinked angrily, bounced across the table and landed in the waste paper basket, dead. The minion, whose name was
"Not you again!" the minion said, and grabbed a book to hit it with. "Welcome fucking what?" he snapped irritably. The eye blinked angrily, bounced across the table and landed in the waste paper basket, dead. The minion, whose name was
HARRISON FORD IS IRRADIATING OUR TESTICLES WITH MICROWAVE SATELLITE TRANSMISSIONS
AND WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY BOILED EGGS?
AND WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY BOILED EGGS?