nodgrass was ill at ease. he’d just eaten a chocolate croissant that sat badly in his estomago. that’s because it was a piece of shit – literally! figuratively speaking, of course! but these kinds of stomach ailments wouldn’t put him off his task at hand. tooling off in public. his idol was Tooley Daley and he made sure to offer a sacrifice – thousands of thousands upon thousands of little boys – each day, in his own special way. nodgrass finished himself off then returned to his desk, where his boss awaited him
where you been, noddy?
just out for a minute, what’s up boss?
it’s this report, noddy. I need you to take a look for me. I have a meeting next week and I’m just gonna go over there for a little while.
no probs boss. anything in particular you want me to look for?
yeah, someone lost a rare two dollar note in there. that’s the main thing
with that nodgrass redirected his vision away from his boss’ abs and towards his computer screen. he had a learning difficulty.
THE END
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