...mister Johnson picks up the ring while you keep struggling with the boxes on the top shelf. One almost topples over, but you manage to keep your balance despite the odds.
"Sure could use a little help here, mister Johnson." You say, hanging on to the boxes like they contain the last fragile remains of your job security, which they probably do.
"You better toughen up then, Mike." Johnson looked up unimpressed. "You're as useless as a nun with tits" He said walking off, leaving you hanging.
"It's tit's on a nun, you oaf..." You say under your breath.As you continue struggling on the step ladder...
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