We are seriously taking a 5 minute break to chat and rest our eyes. The Dragon comes in and says:
"No talking you guys. Seriously. Get back to work."
Who the fuck does the Dragon think she is? Oh that's right, she's the Dragon. And we're apparently 5 years old with no minds of our own.
Yes that's it. Back to work. Must work. No talk. No laughter. No joy. No hope.
I can't wait for Manbearpig to eat the Dragon.
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