The Juice Crew

(1) Terms and Conditions

"Dear Diary,

My name is Willrum Alovfiswien, Just a normal guy with a normal life. But there's something about me that no one knows yet, 'Cause I have a secret. My belly button isn't normal, it's never up to the test when things go wrong, because every now and then, a long purple tentacle peeks through, i think it's just a part of puberty-"

Suddenly, a loud alarm beaming from Willrum's phone shook the room. Notifying him that the hour had just turned to six, Will leaped out of his bed and grabbed his unwashed hoodie from his extraordinarily dirty floor. He ran out of his basement bedroom with a collection of papers in his hand.

Sliding through a hole in the chain-linked fence, Will navigated his way towards the poor part of town, approaching a warehouse with a painted on sign saying 'Saskia Water Factory'.
Entering the rather small factory, he was instantly greeted by a low-budget reception. Seated by the desk was the figure of an attractive young woman, clothed in a tight, small dress. She had long, flowing hair and her face was covered by her enormously elegant hat.

"Good Morning Ma'am! A few weeks ago I noticed you had a 'help wanted - no interview required!' sign, so I prepared a resume." Willrum confidently exclaimed, handing her the papers.
"Hmm, did you read the Terms and Conditions?" She asked, skipping through the pages.
"I uh-" Will began to stutter.
"Great, you're accepted. Welcome to the Saskia Water Factory." The receptionist cheerfully interrupted him, her mood appearing to have changed completely.
"Really? When do I start?" Willrum asked, leaning on the desk.
"Right now, just walk ahead and you'll be greeted with work" The woman crossed her arms.
"Thank you miss...Hippo with a Hernia?" Will squinted, reading her 'Hi, my name is...' tag.
"While your at it, can you deliver these as you walk in? You'll be told where to place them" The Hippo with a Hernia asked him, handing Will a box of empty water bottles.

Receiving the items, Willrum merrily hopped through, feeling confident despite the fact his vision had been blocked by the large box.
Suddenly, Will bumped into a man at least a decade older than him, tripping over, the box was sent flying.
"Noo!" Will screamed, purposely making his voice deeper as to mimic dramatic, slow motion, movie scenes.
However, to his surprise, his belly button's tentacle stretched, grasping onto the cube object and bringing it to a safe landing on the floor.

The middle-aged man watched in awe, surprisingly not shocked at discovering the secret that lived in Will's bellybutton.
The man himself possessed a tentacle, although his 'little friend' was located in a rather lewd location. The moustached man picked himself up, holding out a hand to Willrum.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that, Mr..?" Will apologised to the man who appeared to be his superior.
"Dad, call me dad." The man responded, a bright smile stretching across his face as he helped Willrum up.
"Okay, Mr Dad, are you the supervisor?" Will asked, picking up the box, praying that Mr Dad hadn't seen his tentacle.
"I'm the boss of this here place, son. Sasha usually supervises the work in the factory." Mr Dad replied, pointing to a dark-skinned girl managing the machines that poured the Saskia water into their bottles.
"Oh, I guess I should go to her with these then?" Willrum asked his boss, only to discover that he had vanished behind the doors, flirting with the receptionist.
Willrum decided to steadily make his way down the extremely unstable stairs over to the girl who appeared to be around his age.
"Hey, uh, Sasha?" Willrum called her name.
Suddenly, the girl lifted her head, she appeared to have just woken up, and her face displayed pure rage.
"Who are you?" Sasha responded, in a disgusted tone.
"I'm new here, my name is Willrum" Will introduced himself.
"Is that so? I'm Sashina but friends call me Sasha, so call me Sashina" Sasha said.
"Are those the new bottles?" She asked, pointing to the box that Will was holding.
"I think so" Will replied, handing her the box as she reached out for it.
"Thanks kiddo, here, take this batch over there" Sasha instructed him, pointing to a corner in the factory with yet another terribly painted sign, this time saying 'Over There Corner'.