you thought Micheal was one of your close friends. He always talked to you, with his dry, monotone voice, his blue eyes always on you. You liked his company, it was nice. He thought it was nice as well, being able to talk to someone normal outside of his bizarre family.

as you strolled into the Bluth company office for another morning at work, the hustle and bustle remained as it always had. You walked towards your desk, taking a glance at Micheal’s office. Gob, Micheal’s older brother, had his feet upon the desk as always, Micheal attempting to lure him out of his office with promise of a new girl he met.

you scoffed before sitting down at your desk, propping up your laptop, checking your emails. The normal routine. As you skimmed through your emails, the loud bicker of her coworkers could be heard behind you. “a trick is a wh0re who does things for money. I bet she’s got a lot of it.” The familiar voice of Gob boasted, the immediate laughter of your other coworkers being heard behind you. “Finally a good joke, Gob.” Micheal complimented, patting him on the back before walking back into his office. “There she is now!” Gob snickered. You hesitantly turned around, just to be faced with gobs index finger being pointed straight at you.