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That window/wall thing that Numero Cinco threw the bossman through a few months back got busted again last night. When the hell are they going to install a solid wall there? On the day we moved into this bloody building, I took one look at this thing and said, well, that won't last the fortnight. But of course they never listen to me, do they?
I was making me rounds last night when I came upon a troubling scene. Mr. Gunn, Mr. Wyndham-Price and science girl was all standing on chairs, tied up and with piano wire nooses around their necks. I nearly called security, but then I thought better of it. After all, for all I know maybe they was being sacrified by the bossman or something. I've learned that at this place it don't pay to get involved in such matters, you just end up getting somebody chuffed at you. I've seen them all about today, and they're all still (presumably) alive. Mr. Gunn gave me a nasty look. Hey, if they'd all been killed, it's not like I would have been HAPPY about it or nothing. Well, not much.
I was making me rounds last night when I came upon a troubling scene. Mr. Gunn, Mr. Wyndham-Price and science girl was all standing on chairs, tied up and with piano wire nooses around their necks. I nearly called security, but then I thought better of it. After all, for all I know maybe they was being sacrified by the bossman or something. I've learned that at this place it don't pay to get involved in such matters, you just end up getting somebody chuffed at you. I've seen them all about today, and they're all still (presumably) alive. Mr. Gunn gave me a nasty look. Hey, if they'd all been killed, it's not like I would have been HAPPY about it or nothing. Well, not much.