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Captain Peroxide and the demon wearing poor Ms. Burkle's skin have been making rather a mess in the lab, kicking over tables and such. I'd complain, but so far demon girl has been absolutely kicking the tar out of blondiebear. I'd say a few shattered beakers is a small price to pay for that kind of satisfaction.
'Other day, I briefly got my hopes up about Mr. Hamilton, our new liason to the senior partners. He actually wrote an apology for busting up the place, which is a hell of a lot more than I ever got from the bossman. But the good feeling lasted all of two minutes before Hamilton let me know exactly how little he thinks of we lowly peons who do the real work around here. Smug bastard. There was a time when I would have turned him inside out with a wave of me hand. But that was long ago, of course. Long, long ago.
Oh well, he won't last long. They rarely do, 'round here.
'Other day, I briefly got my hopes up about Mr. Hamilton, our new liason to the senior partners. He actually wrote an apology for busting up the place, which is a hell of a lot more than I ever got from the bossman. But the good feeling lasted all of two minutes before Hamilton let me know exactly how little he thinks of we lowly peons who do the real work around here. Smug bastard. There was a time when I would have turned him inside out with a wave of me hand. But that was long ago, of course. Long, long ago.
Oh well, he won't last long. They rarely do, 'round here.