Sep 14, 2016
Who do I have to stab in the eye
"for some motherfucking donuts up in here?"
As was common in the hallway of the Hyperion Base, Jack's voice traveled far and word got around to those smart enough that avoiding was one sure way to avoid getting sent to Pandora on an 'errand'. It seemed to be in one of his less murderous moods, however it was still early in the day. "What in God's Sam hell is taking that intern so looong!??"
He stood abruptly, allowing his chair to swing and slide backwards enough to give him space. Now it was less about the donuts and more he needed to give a lesson for the whole office. What better way than dragging them by their scalp into the garbage compactor?