The Reaper phases out of the TV and looms over the admin, silently watching them work.
Admin Calce sweats profusely.
"Okay buddy, I know I haven’t done much work lately but looming over me doesn’t help, and even though I can’t do the ‘persona schmersona’ thing doesn’t mean I can’t kick your behind. I’m working on stuff, don’t rush me weird revolver compensation man.”
~Admin Calce












