You wash your hands, scrubbing them relentlessly like everyone else. Your boss, Hank Humberfloob is extremely germaphobic and he hates people who touch any fiber of his body without permission.

The green room you’re in is so big. You and other employees have to wash your hands at all times, then you notice your boss at the corner of your eye, coming out of his lime green office in all his glory.

“Attention everyone, it’s 9:02AM! Staff meeting, staff meeting!” Hank announced, smiling, holding his right hand up in a pointing motion toward the clock. He looked pretty uncanny, just standing there still.

You and the others rush over to their desks, immediately starting to work.

“First I’d like to welcome aboard our newest member of the Humberfloob family, Jim McFlinnigan!—“ Hank walked down the work aisles, stopping at Jim’s desk.

Hank held out his other arm in Jim’s direction. He just got hired. Hank immediately got cut off by Jim.

Jim SHOOK his hand. Well, tried to. Everyone gasped in horror as Hank froze up. Hank looked pissed off as hell.

“Mr. Humberfloob I wanted to thank you—“ Jim was immediately interrupted by Hank.

“Fired.” Hank calmly murmured the words at first, just looking slightly wide eyed.

“I beg your pardon?” Jim asked, confused as a frown spread across his features.

“Fired.” Hank stated, a little bit louder this time. He sounded exasperated

“Did I—?..” Jim trailed off, wondering if he made a mistake.

“FIRED!” Hank exclaimed, dragging the end of the word. Jim scurried away, and Hank instantly reached for his sanitizer bottle, squirting it like crazy onto his hands and rubbed them.

Hank rubbed and rubbed, blowing on his hands a single time to make sure they’re dry.