Four Painful Years

You are not mentally prepared for this, hell you're not even on your medication. That's twice the mental unsoundness! You need to think on this with a clear head before committing to it.
For now just retrieve the check and scurry on out of that warehouse.

>This is a lot to take in. You should take a day to think about it.

Seconding both of these.

JULIE: “Look, Max, I’m really gonna have to think on this... It’s a tough one for me, y’know? Can I get back to you when I’ve got an actual head on my shoulders and not this gross lump of meat and angry bees?”

MAXWELL: “O-Oh no, yeah, for sure! I can wait, no problem… Gosh, I hope I’m not giving you a headache.”
MAXWELL: “Have you not been taking your medication?”

JULIE: “Of course I have, what, you think I enjoy being in horrible agony? I haven’t stopped by the pharmacy yet...”

MAXWELL: “Out with you then. Go on, get. Sorry for keeping you.”
MAXWELL: “And don’t forget this.”

JULIE: “Sweet jumbles, I almost did! Thanks!”

You have obtained your bonus check. Before you can pull your hand away, Maxwell holds onto it with both of his and looks you in the eyes.

MAXWELL: “Please. Please don’t stress yourself over my thing, okay? Just go home, get some rest, take care of that pain. You know I hate to see you in pain. Capiche?”

You can’t look away from Maxwell’s transfixing gaze. Always this guy with his transfixing gaze.

JULIE: “... Capiche.”

MAXWELL: “Thank you.”
MAXWELL: “Now get out of here, and watch out for Luca.”

JULIE: “Hoo, you ain’t gotta tell me twice.”
JULIE: “Seeya, Max! Love yer face!”

MAXWELL: “It loves you back!”

Well that was a train wreck. You depart from the office with your fat loots and slip your mood ring back on, because you’re practically obsessed with the thing. It’s still red. Damn thing must be broken. Understandable, since you found it under your foot and all.

Before you can leave the warehouse, you are almost flattened once more by Luca. This time, however, she skids to a halt in front of you. She just sits there, staring at you, chewing a fat wad of gum with bored recalcitrance.

JULIE: “OH MY GOD LUCA, WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION?”



LUCA: “...”

JULIE: “...”

LUCA: “...”

JULIE: “...”

LUCA: “...”
LUCA: “Watch yourself.”

She drives off.

JULIE: “Watch MYSELF? Nuh uh, sister, YOU watch YOURSELF… AND TAKE OUT THOSE STUPID EARBUDS!”

She probably can’t hear you anyway, lousy rotten… Whatever. You have more important matters to attend to.

You still have to visit the pharmacy to pick up your medication.

What do you do?

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Today's image was drawn on my phone with the handle of a fork. I shouldn't be sorry, but I am.