I usually would go out for lunch at Truffles, the restaurant owned by my late father who sold it to pay off his gambling debts. However last week my soup contained a bumblebee, which put me off entirely. I decided this morning to sample the 'delights' of the I.S.C. canteen. The line was shorter than I imagined, before me stood a large man dressed as a gorilla, and behind me was an elephant with many legs. How many I could not tell you. I enjoy mixing with the employees. He had worked for us since Friday and was wondering the point of it all. He was to be evaluated soon (By me actually, but I didn't want to put the fear of Mumble into him.) and was in deep dread. He once worked in a convenience store, but was chased out of town because he had many legs. I pity him. He reminded me of my father, wrinkled like an old man, late as always and he had a big unshaven nose. I made a mental note I hated him, spat in his curry and left. My 'Yes-men' did the same as I wandered into the shadows to resurrect my father for his 1 O'clock beating.
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