Shit Shorts

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"Oh my golly jeepers!" Scott yelped, ducking just in time as a whole pizza pan came flying towards his head. "What was that?" He shouted, standing back up. Both Cassy and Chris were pointing at each other, fear in their eyes.

"Nah it was her!" Chris said. Cassy gasped, obviously not expecting the blame.

"It was not! I swear on it!" She cried.

"Now you know I don't like swearing." Scott crossed his arms, holding his clipboard out at a dangerous angle.

"Now!" Chris screamed and Scott straightened, waiting for an attack when all of a sudden someone came darting out and snatched the clipboard from Scott's hands.

"What the gosh darnnet was that?!" Scott cried swinging around. Dave was sprinting away with the clipboard in hand, howling with laughter.

"No! Dave! I will give you demerits! I will fire you!" Scott screeched, his voice taking on a girlish pitch. Cassy snorted, and Scott  shot her the most withering glare, despite the obvious red phone on his head.

"You wouldn't fire me if you were paid to!" Dave called behind him.

Only two steps in and Scott slipped on the pan, falling flat on his face. "Oh my goodness gracious." Scott whined.

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