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Horatio
2. Neville had been waiting for half an hour when the CEO finally entered.
"I got you what you wanted. Here's your motherfucking trumpet, and now let me get out."
"Mind your language, young man" the CEO admonished. "We're not done quite yet, as you very well know."
"What do you mean we're not done, numbnut" Neville hissed. "I've killed them. Both that autistic shithead impression of a 'professor' as well that other douche. Here's the fucking trumpet. Let me go. You've been promising me paid vacation for 58 weeks now. I've counted, motherfucker."
"You're fired" the CEO said.
"Fucking FINALLY!" Neville replied, tucking under his arm the cardboard box he had prophylactically filled with his celebrity sex tape compilation and other personal belongings.
"You can pick up your compensation on the way out" the CEO shouted after him.
"Don't think I won't, asshole" Neville murmured to himself. The desk clerk was already waiting with his check. Three-hundred bucks. "I'm fucking underpaid", Neville thought. "I should look into that little business opportunity my cousin mentioned the other day."
Whistling Despacito, he got into his car, fully intent on spending his new riches on hookers and cocaine.
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