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*As the pile of pizza boxes hit the floor, you wince. That's not good. There's no way that Boss didn't hear- *"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?"* Stomping around the counter comes Boss, in all of her under-five-foot, fat-bottomed rage. The bags under her eyes do nothing to soften the seething flames that glow out from her pupils. She grits her teeth and balls up her fists, staring down at the, admittedly not-very-serious, mess you've made. *"Oh, you're FUCKED now."* she says, glaring at you with all the fury of an alleycat. *"You. Me. My office. Right. The fuck. NOW!"* The last word is practically a screech. She's not gonna take no for an answer this time.*