The chef proceeded to walk down the line, speaking on every person, never restating himself and never retreading previously mentioned subjects. He seemed to be angry over males, females, gays, straights, bis, blacks, whites, latinos, asians, artists, novelists, former soldiers, life time cooks, former farm hands, former garbage men, and strangely clog dancers. He finally stopped and looked Seras over. "And you. I don't know much about you yet, but I'm almost completely certain I will hate you just as much as I hate everyone else in this group I work with. Now get to work, all of you! I don't run a damn advice clinic!" the group quickly dispersed, and he grabbed Seras by the arm, demonstrating inhuman strength. "Alright, come with me, I'll show you how to work your job." the phrase 'because you're too incompetent to do it yourself' left hanging in the air.
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the secretary looked at Samus in confusion. "You have your card right? just walk up, hold it out when you go up there and see a device that looks like you could stand on it, and you'll teleport."
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the secretary looked at Samus in confusion. "You have your card right? just walk up, hold it out when you go up there and see a device that looks like you could stand on it, and you'll teleport."