So the ticket office is clearly QUITE busy this week.
You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to your
authority. You will crush all the inferior
people under the soles of your jackboots, and
any who question your motives will be
eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane
of every other person's existence, because
you're constantly contradicting stupidity.
Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams
of a master race of spellers and grammarians
frighten the masses. You must always watch your
back. If only your power could be used for good
instead of evil.
What is your grammar aptitude? brought to you by
Quizilla On another note, I'm somewhat disturbed that it's 11:30 and the fire alarm has now gone off twice in the building and we don't even know why it went off the second time because the police officer turned it off before Paul could look at it. So currently ever thirty minutes or so I get to lock all of the doors to keep the intruders out, lock the till, and sit and stare stupidly out the window until the fire alarm stops going off. I hope there is never ever a real fire in this building because we would all die.