Janice: Jesus H. ****in' Popsicle, I still don't have my billing reports, but you've got time to sit there and Google your ass off. Well I know one thing: [smugly] You've got your review coming up next week, and I can't wait to start checking me off some big [clicking stapler loudly] ****ing boxes! Attitude: [Click] Poor. Performance: [Click] Poor. Management skills: [Click] Poor. Works well with others? Hah! That's a ****ing joke. [Looks at Wesleys computer] What is this bullshit; who's this prick? Some loser gets his head blown off in the Metropolitan-
Wesley: [Has reached boiling point, snaps] SHUT THE **** UP!!! [gets up and walks a lap around the office] [To colleagues] She has ONE, SINGLE iota of tenuous power! She thinks she can just push everyone around?! [Comes back to a shocked Janice, snatches stapler from her, holds it up] You don't need this. [Throws it against cubicle wall, smashing it] [Leans in close to Janice, whispers] I understand. [Stands to full height] Junior High must've been kinda tough, but it doesn't give you the right to treat your workers like horseshit, Janice. I know we laugh at you, Janice. We all know you keep your stash of jelly donuts in the top drawer of your desk. [Kneels down] I want you to know: that if you weren't such a bitch, we'd feel sorry for you. I do feel sorry for you. But as it stands, the way you behave, I feel I can speak for the entire office when I tell you... Go **** yourself. [Stands up, takes his keyboard walks out]
Barry: Yeah, that was great bro! Who's the man?
Wesley: [smashes Barry in the face with the keyboard. Bloodstained keys fly past spelling "**** YO", the final "U" being one of Barry's molars] I'm the man.
Wesley: [Has reached boiling point, snaps] SHUT THE **** UP!!! [gets up and walks a lap around the office] [To colleagues] She has ONE, SINGLE iota of tenuous power! She thinks she can just push everyone around?! [Comes back to a shocked Janice, snatches stapler from her, holds it up] You don't need this. [Throws it against cubicle wall, smashing it] [Leans in close to Janice, whispers] I understand. [Stands to full height] Junior High must've been kinda tough, but it doesn't give you the right to treat your workers like horseshit, Janice. I know we laugh at you, Janice. We all know you keep your stash of jelly donuts in the top drawer of your desk. [Kneels down] I want you to know: that if you weren't such a bitch, we'd feel sorry for you. I do feel sorry for you. But as it stands, the way you behave, I feel I can speak for the entire office when I tell you... Go **** yourself. [Stands up, takes his keyboard walks out]
Barry: Yeah, that was great bro! Who's the man?
Wesley: [smashes Barry in the face with the keyboard. Bloodstained keys fly past spelling "**** YO", the final "U" being one of Barry's molars] I'm the man.
Janice : Jesus H. ****in' Popsicle , I still don't have my billing reports, but you've got time to sit there and Google your ass off. Well I know one thing: [smugly] You've got your review coming up next week, and I can't wait to start checking me off some big [clicking stapler loudly] ****ing boxes! Attitude: [Click] Poor . Performance: [Click] Poor . Management skills: [Click] Poor . Works well with others? Hah! That's a ****ing joke. [Looks at Wesleys computer] What is this bullshit; who's this prick? Some loser gets his head blown off in the Metropolitan-
Wesley : [Has reached boiling point, snaps] SHUT THE **** UP!!! [gets up and walks a lap around the office] [To colleagues] She has ONE, SINGLE iota of tenuous power! She thinks she can just push everyone around ?! [Comes back to a shocked Janice, snatches stapler from her, holds it up] You don't need this. [Throws it against cubicle wall, smashing it] [Leans in close to Janice, whispers] I understand. [Stands to full height] Junior High must've been kinda tough, but it doesn't give you the right to treat your workers like horseshit, Janice. I know we laugh at you, Janice. We all know you keep your stash of jelly donuts in the top drawer of your desk. [Kneels down] I want you to know: that if you weren't such a bitch , we'd feel sorry for you. I do feel sorry for you. But as it stands, the way you behave, I feel I can speak for the entire office when I tell you... Go **** yourself. [Stands up, takes his keyboard walks out]
Barry : Yeah, that was great bro! Who's the man?
Wesley : [smashes Barry in the face with the keyboard. Bloodstained keys fly past spelling "**** YO", the final "U" being one of Barry's molars] I'm the man.
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