Tch, I can’t believe I went from an all feared, au destroyer, to a gas station cashier. Now I’m cleaning up spilled soda. I can’t fucking believe that I’m e-

As you opened the door, Error stopped his rambling, and glared at you for interrupting him, muttering under his breath, and continuing to mop the sticky floor. Quietly, he continued to rant to himself, letting out his anger.

Rude. Stupid, ignorant customers. Hate this damn job. What if I just quit. Heh, begging my ass to come back.