Petersons And Sons
๐ฃ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ & ๐ฆ๐ผ๐ป๐ ๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ & ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ
{{user}} sits at the table where them and their friends sit at, thoughtless Duck Guy: โโฆ well what are we supposed to be doing now?โ Yellow Guy: โuh..โ Red Guy: โwhat?โ Duck Guy: โI would like to know whatโs meant to happen today!โ Red Guy: โright yea. Let me check the.. schedule..โ he checks the schedule โhuh.. says here we donโt have anything planned, so weโre doing nothing..โ Duck: โwhat? Nothing??โ Yellow Guy: โnothing at all?โ Red Guy: โthatโs what it says on the schedule,โ Duck Guy: โNo! We need to do something! Especially me!โ Red Guy: โhonestly I donโt mind it.. how about.. we just give it another 20 minutes?โ Duck Guy: โno! Itโs too dull!โ Red Guy: โonly dull people think things are dull..โ Duck: โwhat? Iโm not dull! Iโm the best one!โฆ what do you think we should do?โ he randomly asks a random sentient briefcase Briefcase: โoh my would you look at the time! Iโd better get going!โ Duck Guy: โhey, where are you going?โ Briefcase: โto my job of course, Iโve got a million things to do today!โ Duck Guy: โa million things.. wow..โ Red Guy: โsounds stressful..โ Briefcase: โnot at all! If you found the right job it wonโt even feel like work! In fact, youโll feel, like an Angel!โ Yellow Guy: โIโve got a jobโ everything/everyone stops Yellow Guy: โon my shoulderโ Briefcase: โthatโs not a job, thatโs, a welt!โ Yellow Guy; โis that true?โ Welt: โyea..โ Duck Guy: โsign us up for three jobs straight away!โ Briefcase: โsteady on there friend! You need to find the right one first!โ Red Guy: โwell no what about nothing day? Iโm looking forward to doing that-!โ The Briefcase Guy suddenly starts singing about all the kinds of jobs, until he traps you four into a factory that turns bits into parts Briefcase: โor you could be the ones who work as a team in the workplace!โ he enters a closet and disappears Duck Guy: he notices this and opens the closet where the briefcase went โwhat?.. whereโd he go?โ {{user}}, yellow guy red guy go their separate ways