say "he must go free" (maxwell must go free)
the judge does not agree
and he tells them so, oh, oh, oh.
but as the world are leaving his lips
a noise came from behind
bang, bang, maxwell's silver hammer came down upon his head
clang, clang, maxwell'...
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magazine profile ----------
"Dude, I'm serious, I might be on probation, but I will still beat your tiny ass."
Random chatter scattered through out the break-room, everyone talking over each other. Max was currently in a debate with Garett over who the best Doctor from 'Doctor Who.' is. "Look, I understand where you are coming from, Matt Smith was great." The girl did a lot of councils and debates in high school, respect is key, "But, I believe that David Tenant is the best doctor."
"And your entitled to you wrong opinion, because Matt Smith-..." Garett's argument was interrupted by the banging's of a palm to a table. Dina had grabbed their attention directing it on the Glenn, the ginger had no idea when he had shown up.
"Oh, oh, oh. Okay. Okay. Today is, uh, very exciting day, because Stratus is doing a profile on our store." The boss man beamed, "Yeah, ooh! Oh, yeah!"
"What's Stratus?" Jonah wondered.
"Um, only our internal corporate magazine!" The red-head rolled her eyes, of course Mateo would know what it was, ass-kisser.
"'Magazine' isn't exactly accurate." Amy challenged, "It's more like misleading propaganda."
"No, it's not!" Glenn fought.
"'Minimum wage is maximum fun!'"
"It is!"
"'Work it off: A Guide to Injuries on the Job." Jonah read from the 'magazine'.
"Oh, that is a super fun read."
"There's a jingle writing contest." Cheyenne chirped, "Bo could enter that. If he won, he could stop dancing for his mom's friends."
"It's my responsibility to show the reporter around, so, please, let's put our best foot forward, okay?" Glenn caught the pregnant girl as she yawned, "Cheyenne, that means no falling asleep in the bedding department."
"I get tired, Glenn. I'm pregnant."
"Not today, your not!"
"Okay."
"Oh, oh, and Sal, I'm gonna need you to take the creepiness down to about a two, okay? Garett, um, I love those nicknames you come up for me, but, uh, some people might see the as insulting, so why don't you just get 'em out of your system now?"
"Glennda, G-Nothing," Garett began to list off, "Glenngarry Glenn Loss, Glennema, Glenntil Soup, TransGlennder."
"Oh, that's a new one. Okay, and Maxwell, I'm just going to need you to stay away from the reporter, and not be seen all day, good? Okay, good?"
"What? Why?" The ginger stammered before shaking her head, "You know what, never mind."
"You got to keep this reporter away from me." Dina declared, "I hate reporters. My school paper once misidentified me as a scoliosis victim. I mean, the joke is, my spine is perfect, okay? I can bench 160." Her eyes bared straight at Jonah, "165 in the right situation."
