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Carl was a psychic, though you wouldn't have known from looking at him. He was sorta fat, and displayed none of the typical traits of psychics, such as glasses with no rims, clothing from stores that you'd never even heard of and an ironic taste in mainstream music that everyone hated. Instead, all he could do was jump like fifteen-jillion feet and fake death forty times in a row. Like, "ugh, I'm dead" and then "whoot, alive!" and then "dead again" and "still alive psyche!" and so on and on.
Carl's worst enemy was Richard, who worked as an accountant for Carl's boss. Richard was a slimy fucker who always took the best seat in the cafeteria. He'd just sit there, an hour before lunch started, and then wait for lunch hours. That's how slimy he was. Goddamn fucker. WHY DON'T YOU WORK INSTEAD OF WASTING YOUR TIME, RICHARD.
Carl and Richard would always fight with each other over the last tapioca pudding in the cafeteria. Even though they were always the first to be in the cafeteria, so obsessed were they over their seats that they would not leave them to get food.
Jim packed lunches, though, not that it had anything to do with it, because he worked at the company two building to the left.
Jim was Asian, and his real name was Running Wolf of the Nawaki Tribe from the Indies.
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Grumpy Grumpies Grumping, No, fuck you
Aug 18 2011, 02:19
