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Listen, when I jumped on the table wielding a fluorescent lightbulb ripped from the ceiling and screamed “I HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BUT MY CHAINS!” What I meant was, “Performance reviews make me nervous...” “May this lightbulb represent my bright future at this company...” “You bourgeois pig-fucks.”
Short story written by Peter Chiykowski
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