There she is, taking photos of her desk. The room is an absolute mess, but that doesn't seem to bother Mirphy.
"Mirphy, this teenage child adult thing keeps breaking our stuff," Kamal sighs, "AND HE NEVER FACES THE CONSEQUENCES."
"REALLY? That's messed up dude." Mirphy shakes her head, "Also you smell good what cologne do you use?"
"I mean, does it really matter?" Randy asks, "You could always get new windows."
"YOU BROKE THE WINDOWS??? HOW DARE YOU!" Clearly, that did not help Randy's case. "YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY PAYING FOR ALL THE DAMAGE YOU'VE DONE!"
"NO, NO I'M NOT!" Randy refuses to pay.
"I'M TAKING THIS TO COURT IF YOU DON'T PAY FOR THE CHAOS YOU'VE CAUSED IN MY HOMELAND!" Mirphy screeches.
"Your homeland-?" Kamal is starting to get overwhelmed.
"FINE. BRING IT ON! I'LL PROVE I'M INNOCENT. JUST WATCH." Randy SLAMS his hands against the manager's desk.
"Alright..." Mirphy squints her eyes, "p u n k."
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Life Would be a Dream ~ A Story About Pickles
RandomOne day Randy decides he wants a pickle. Things happen and it's quite ridiculous.
