#rem please

[sadistic-second]

PROMPTLY KICKS AT HIS KNEECAPS. “YOU FUCKING PUSSY. BECAUSE YOU CANT HOLD YOUR CAFFEINE BOSSMAN TOOK AWAY THE REDBULLS. YA SHIT”

Incapacitated from the kick to his knees, the Turk could only lay there on the ground and stare up at the rampaging Rem. She was ranting and raving about something. It took a little bit longer for him to realize what it was she was talking about. Then he rolled his eyes and huffed up at her.

“MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, IF YOU DIDN’T TELL HIM EVERY SINGLE FUCKING MORNING THAT YOU WERE DOWNING FIVE OF THEM IN A SINGLE CUP OF COFFEE, WE’D BE IN A BETTER STATE OF THINGS!”

[sadistic-second]

"Expect a call very early in the morning. You are to run 10 miles before stepping foot in the building-- then straight to the showers to start your day. Understand? You can call Rem if you have any questions regarding this."

Reno had been eating a nice quiet dinner at home, beer in one hand, pizza in the other. There was something playing on the television, but he wasn’t really paying too much attention to it. The phone he had forgotten to shut off was ringing. More importantly, it was firing off a shotgun blast. What in the f-

“Hel-”

Of course, he didn’t get to finish, why would he get to finish? Almost as soon as the message had been delivered, the call hung up. OF COURSE, IT DID! What did Rem have to do with this anyway? So, of course, he called her phone and waited for her to answer.

“What did you do, woman?! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!”

[dwdcracksquad]

My neighbor’s goat is bleating so loud I’m laughing for no reason.