Dean is hustling along to Ray’s office hoping against all hope that he won’t get moved around again. He likes working in a lab. His pathologic temperament is suited to working alone. He would like to avoid becoming the night manager of the local Burgers ‘n’ Stuff, which would be considered a promotion but where he’d have to work with corporate flunkies and smart aleck high school students.
Dean knocks on the door.
“Come in,” yells Meyerhem.
“You wanted to see me.”
“Yes, come in. Have a seat.” Dean sits down.
“What seems to be the problem? Why am I here? Is it a glitch in the experiment? I swear I didn’t know those photograph were…”
“No, no. Not at all. Wait. Wait. Wait. Would you like some soft serve?”
“Oh, yes!” Dean was much in need of his soft serve and his face lit up.
As Raymond moves around to the machine he asks “Vanilla, chocolate or swirl?”
“Swirl.” Dean likes swirl and the swirl feature on the staff dispenser had not been functioning for about three weeks. Instead of getting the usual chocolate and vanilla, the staff dispenser produced a sort of machine grease and vanilla concoction. Sabrina Macaluber, from accounts receivable, was the only person who enjoyed this flavor.
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Sabrina Macaluber was one of those unique people who could eat anything and usually did. Soft serve coated in grease, chocolate covered ants, licorice flavored barbed wire and even Cheez Its covered in Cheez Whiz. She enjoyed eating strange and exotic things; her digestive system was iron clad. Despite all of this, it is really a shame that she gets hit by a bus outside this very building in just under a week. More about that later.
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