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Of Coffee, Sunglasses and Tag | #GiveMeABreakContest
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Complete, First published Jun 13
I'm not sure if I need to pay for another cup of coffee, but here we are - hungover and getting the lore to the deadliest game of tag from an equally hungover Michael wearing a pair of shitty sunglasses.

[For the 'give me a break!' writing contest. Word Count: 994. Prompt: Killers to...? (to killers) -- they do it every year. I dunno, I just wanted to make it as batshit as possible. Hope you enjoyed? Thanks for reading? Fuck, now I need coffee.]
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And He Still Didn't Fire Me

35 parts Complete

"Your resume says your main achievement is... finishing a rubber before losing it because you are awesome." "Yep!" "Your personality type says you are... sassy, hot and cool (more than anyone here) at the same time because you are awesome? That's a challenge." He smirked as he raised his perfect eyebrow. I nodded dumbly. And then I heard him mumbling," Never knew a Smurfs' T shirt was that hot with red pants..." "Your special education says... you were in Hogwarts?" His eyes opened wide. "Yo!" "And your interests says you want to go home and watch Ironman because you didn't want to apply for this job anyway and you are forced..." "You got me right boy!" I pointed at him with my finger. But then he said the three words I never expected to hear. "You're hired, hobo."