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[MR CUNT is directing RAYMONDO into room 216.]
RAYMONDO: Thanks for giving me a job, Mr. Cunt!
MR CUNT: No trouble, Ray. You'll be working in here.
RAYMONDO: What does the work involve?
MR CUNT: You sit on this stool all day, and electric shocks are delivered to your body at five minute intervals.
RAYMONDO: How come?
MR CUNT: Now Ray, that's not your department. You just do your job, okay?
* CLICK. *
* SIT. *
* VRRRRR... *
RAYMONDO: Thanks for giving me a job, Mr. Cunt!
MR CUNT: No trouble, Ray. You'll be working in here.
RAYMONDO: What does the work involve?
MR CUNT: You sit on this stool all day, and electric shocks are delivered to your body at five minute intervals.
RAYMONDO: How come?
MR CUNT: Now Ray, that's not your department. You just do your job, okay?
* CLICK. *
* SIT. *
* VRRRRR... *
O.O
I know a guy who’d really like that job!
I used to have a similar job, sadly.
I wish MY bosses name was Mr. Cunt.
“Call me Ishmael.”
“Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach.”
“It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.”
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”
“Thanks for giving me a job, Mr. Cunt!”
Oh my God! This IS my job!
Well it’s the same feeling anyway
It’s been aboot two years sine I furst stumbled across this comic. Hzzah!
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