"You better sit down for this."
I shuffled into my employer's office like a wounded rat, my ninja uniform clinging awkwardly to my overweight body. I had shrunk the bastard thing in the wash six months ago, and the bitch in charge of supplies had been putting off getting me a new one the whole fucking time. I'm sure she was cackling her witch ass off every time I looked a right arsehole in front of the big brass. I tried my best to make eye contact with Master Burns, but my gaze fell on his neatly pressed, designer ninja suit. He probably had a whole closet of those, dry cleaned by an army of nude women. The wanker.
"Would you like somethin
"You better sit down for this."
I shuffled into my employer's office like a wounded rat, my ninja uniform clinging awkwardly to my overweight body. I had shrunk the bastard thing in the wash six months ago, and the bitch in charge of supplies had been putting off getting me a new one the whole fucking time. I'm sure she was cackling her witch ass off every time I looked a right arsehole in front of the big brass. I tried my best to make eye contact with Master Burns, but my gaze fell on his neatly pressed, designer ninja suit. He probably had a whole closet of those, dry cleaned by an army of nude women. The wanker.
"Would you like somethin