They struck without warning, the note simple in its brutal need.Bring cake pops to the first floor if you ever want to see your South Park figurines again!
Cake pop addicts, reduced to blackening their souls in order to fill their dark needs. Preying on innocents, the uninvolved, such as myself. Apparently one of my brethren has made promises he can't keep leaving me in the hands of these heartless harpies.
Sadly they have no idea of whom they're dealing with, one with no filters, one of their HR "regulars" (sign here, and here, initial here, blah, blah, blah). You would have thought after all that paperwork they would have learned.
NOPE!
They beg for me to 'bring it!'.
Okie-dokie, though my methods are somewhat slightly sideways.
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