The Shop

"I have schizophrenia and am entirely obedient to the voices. Also I love your hair."

Boss:
"...."

The Boss seems offended.

Begin making music.

>Sing The Star-Spangled Banner
>"ey b0ss I habe cancere, can i habe pizza pls? Gibe da pusi!"

Boss:
"..."

>"yo bICtH" and then do a cool dance move like the one where you put your head in your elbow, before pushing his chair out of the window

Boss:
"..."

>Enough with this nonsense! Do something constructive.

>"Where do I see myself in five years? Well, it's my life's goal to be the corrupted god-emperor of a world of perpetual atrophy and decay, where all things wither in agonizing un-life for my own fleeting amusement."

>Start eating the plants.

>Whatever they're upset about, it's all Asche's fault.

You ponder what it means to be constructive in this particular situation.



Your pondering intensifies.

>become employee of the eternity. Instantly.

>Don't forget to look 'em in the eye and use a firm handshake.

The contract is... made?
You have now aligned yourself with THE END OF THE LINE.

>Creep away as sneakily as possible.
>Discord flows through my seams.

You quietly crawl back out into the hall.



You feel that something has changed since your last passing.

A soft drumming of bass echoes nearby.