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That did it.
Nobody...I mean nobody berates the Molecule.
His boss had just torn into him for some minor company infraction; no-one told the Molecule he couldn't call it like he saw it. Goddamn! The bitch was ugly! Was he the only one that could see that?
"Revenga! Revenga! Revenga" (it was Scarface's buddy, Manni screaming at him from some Cuban shithole/under a highway detention camp).
By the middle of the afternoon he was ready.
A quick ride up the elevator to the 280th floor, and a casual stroll past the massive windows that showed only wisps of clouds and zero view. All was well, they had gone to lunch.
The Molecule walks into the office, and finds the corner facing the door next to the miniature Catalpa tree.
His belt is unfastened, the zipper is pulled down, the pants come off, and finally the shit stained underwear come to rest by his ankles.
Using a trick his last bitch taught him, he presses his back flat against the wall, bends his knees, and...
UURRGGGHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHHh...
A sweet smelling putridity escapes his anus and curls up neatly on the plush carpet.
Oh yeah, this one was good.
As the Molecule tears off one of the leaves from the miniature Catalpa tree, the office door opens.
“What fu-“ the boss, his face red doesn’t have time to finish.
Leaning against the wall, chunks of shit hanging off his ass, and a large turd below him, the Molecule throws up his arms, a large leaf in his right hand.
“You got me, boss!”
Date Written: December 13, 2004
Author: mr.coffee
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