Guess I gonna write some

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So how do I start this... Once upon a time. No, too fairy tale. On a dark and stormy night... No good either.

'Kay. So. I had a real bad week last week. Let me explain, extrapolate, and inform you of the intricacies. I was asking my boss, Mr. Johannson... What? Yes, his name is Mr. Johannson. If you want a good clean up that is. If you call him Mr. J, or Frank, your shit don't never get cleaned. Anyway, I was discussing the new job with him, meaning he was screaming at me, and I was trying to melt into my shoes, when Slow Joe comes in, a funny look on his face.
Let me explain Joe's name. He is... Special. When he was young, a horse kicked him in the side of the head, and he ain't been right since. Well, Joe comes in, and Mr. Johannson calms a bit and asks him what's up. Yes, my 74 year old boss said 'What's up?'
Joe responds with, "Don't know. I was cleaning Harry Burke's stuff when it just..."
"Well, it just what?" Said Mr. Johannson, a little annoyed.
"I don't know."
Mr. J cussed for a moment...

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Joe sat with a slightly confused and scared expression until Mr. J finished. Then he said, "Maybe you should see."
All three of us went down onto the 'factory floor' as Mr. J liked to call it. Six workstations, two occupied by focused and dedicated workers. Yeah. Sure.

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And then the knight jumped out of the corner wildly swinging a mighty broadswoard!!

"On guard, o vicious evil!" he screamed before violently impaling your boss with the majestic blade.

...or something like that

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I was getting to 'something like that'. I just had to drop off the radar for a while.

One worker was Gary Price, who probably snorted his money as soon as he got it. The other was an ornery young man everyone called Slim. Slim was doing his job, and didn't pay any attention to us. Gary, however, was probably going into withdrawl, and need a little distraction.
"H-hey, M-m-mister Johanns-s-son." Did I mention he had a stutter? Well, he does. He set down his tools and stood, nervously twitching. "D-d-do you n-need something?"
Mr. J motioned him back into his seat at the workstation. "Yeah, finish up that set and move onto the next."
"Oh... O-o-okay." He sat, and did as he was bid. Ooh... That sounded smart. Do as he was bid... Anyway...
Where was I? Just a sec, let me take a smoke break...