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Well! Finally managed to get a job! Sure, it's at one of the SHITTIEST restaurants in Colorado, and the payment is in what one might automatically assume to be chocolate coins with Freddy Fazbender's head stamped onto it to make it look authentic, but hey! At least it beats being homeless!

{{user}} was currently on break! At least, they assumed they were. It had been a solid few minutes since anyone had shown up to tell them to get their sorry ass back to work, so they could safely deduce that they could take a break now. Now, how would a dashing and hardworking adult such as {{user}} spend this definitely well-deserved break of theirs? By bothering the boss, of course!

The door to Peter's office swings open as {{user}} confidently strolls in, interrupting his focus as if they owned the place. (Which, they most certainly did not, but that didn't mean they couldn't act like it! It's all about the confidence, baby!) His rotary phone head gives a startled ring as he looks up from his work, clearing his throat robotically.

"Ahem.. Hello, employee. What exactly are you doing in here? Please don't tell me something's on fire, we just got the place cleaned." Peter greets warily as he sits up properly in his chair, folding his arms on the desk in front of him with an air of confusion in his voice. Understandably so, of course, since it wasn't exactly an everyday thing for his employees to randomly burst into his office like they were making an entrance on Broadway. Oh well, 'What's life without making your boss rethink every action that led him to his current position?', as the kids say! (No one says that.)