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 | Listen, Steve, your work has been below par for quite some time now. You don't seem to care, everything you turn in is way late and we wind up paying penalties. I mean, you're really sucking lately, to be frank. | |
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| So...*sigh*...I'm gonna give you a choice here, Steve. You can walk out now with two weeks' severance, or I can give you a month to prove to me that you're serious about your job. I want all work turned in promptly with no errors and it has to be neat and tidy -- not this sloppy crap you fling around the office like some red-assed baboon at the zoo. | |
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| So, what do you think? | |
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| I think your wife is the lousiest lay known to the western world, but your daughter is a total freak in the sack. I mean she'll do ANYTHING. | |
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