Chapter One : I hate my job

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Jujube marched into his manager's office. He stared right into his manager's evil and hate-filled lavender eyes, pinched in a grin. His utterly joyful personality angered Jujube and fanned the flames of his fury.
"Mr.PoofPoof, I have to ask you something!" He roared. Mr.PoofPoof still grinned.
"Why, Mr.Jujube. How is your day going?" PoofPoof asked, kindly.
"Mr.PoofPoof, I may not get to work on time and I may sleep through every shift and I may scare away customers on purpose just because I don't want to help them but I want a raise! Now! And...my day is going just swell." Jujube replied.
"That's fantastic!" Mr.PoofPoof said, happily.
"I can have a raise?" Jujube asked.
"No." Mr.PoofPoof answered, still smiling and happy as ever. Jujube hated that.
"Why can't I?????" Jujube cried and fell on the floor, whining,
"Why do you want a raise, Mr.Jujube?" Mr.PoofPoof asked.
"Uh... I don't know. I just want money." He replied, dumbly.
"Do you think you deserve a raise?" PoofPoof questioned..
"Probably not. But I still want one." He answered. PoofPoof nodded, deep in thought. His magical horn twinkled under the light over his desk. His tongue stuck out and his cheeks were very pudgy. Was he wearing eyeshadow? Jujube never noticed how strange this unicorn was.
"So....can I have a raise?" He asked again. PoofPoof jumped gracefully out of his comfy office chair and kicked it into the wall, crumbs of dust and woods fell to the floor, the chair halfway into the wall. PoofPoof screamed like a beluga and shoved his desk out of the way and it too, smashed a hole into the wall. His horn glowed not red with rage, but with a gentle yet fierce baby pink colour. That was the colour for the urgent need to dance ballet. PoofPoof used his horn to rip off his office suit and a puffy pink tutu fanned out, glitter on every spot. 
"Can...I...have...a...RAISE!?!?" Jujube screamed over the raging ballet music. PoofPoof shook his head in disapproval. Jujube steamed out of the room, his horn glowing a flaming red.
"I hate my job."

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