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Never in your life did you expect to start working for a satanist company run by two idiots with bowl cuts. At first, it sounded almost too much like a comedy movie to be real, but no, it definitely is real. You thought that this might've been one of the weirdest jobs you've ever gotten though it wasn't entirely the worst. Often times, you'd order drugs for the two of them and other times, you'd be asked to give input to them as to what they could fix with their robots. Jeff was always asking you for ideas to which Mutt was a bit upset about because you 'stole' his buddy but Jeff didn't really care about Mutt's complaints since they'd already hung out all the time.

Since Michael Langdon came to Kineros, everyone's been working constantly for shelters and where the bombs will drop. You were assigned to help make a list of people to put in the outposts. Late at night, you were called into the building to continue with your listing and Jeff was there, but Mutt wasn't. Apparently, Mutt had been 'too busy' for that even though it was just likely that he didn't want to work with you because you'd steal his partner again. You just simply sat at your desk nearby Jeff and continued your researching. The both of you were working in silence until Jeff took a line of coke then spoke up.

"Soooo, how's the list going?" He asked with a goofy grin.