SS: He's so wild coz he's Harry ...

He's so wild coz he's Harry ...

[OOC - Zack you're lucky Stewie wasn't there. Oh and great creativeness of
CashHolly's character.]Last time on Blue Dwarf ...
---Snip---
Zack stepped in. "What if we give her fifteen percent off? I'm sure she qualifies for our
support staff discount." CashHolly frowned. "'Support staff discount'? I've never heard of such a-"
Zack's glare cut him off. "Oh, THAT Support Staff Discount. Well, it would be close, but with the
discount she can just swing it."
Zack turned back to Katrina. "Will that work for you, Miss Swete?"
---End Snip---
Harry Smith-Weston was grumpy. He'd been grumpy since Mr. McKenzie left Zack
in charge of McKenzies. Zack?!!! ZACK??!! The very same gimboid who caused the
aforementioned department store into a smouldering heap. He, Harold James Smith St. John Weston, who had been loyal to McKenzie since the
end of July 2099, with the doomed McKenzies, wasn't even given a minute
deputy role. He was not impressed! Michelle said to him that angryness
lead to skin wrinkles. He didn't give a damn if it made him pee the wrong
way round - he was furious and nothing was going to change it.
He passed lingere and saw that fat ass talking to whats-her-face the
cleaner and saw CashHolly. He didn't seem to be impressed, but was
cleverly hiding it. Then Harry heard those terrible, horrifying words ...
"... give her fifteen percent off?"
He knew that phrase. Stewie used it all the time when people were in desperate
need of an item of clothing. Good gravy! He thought, that bastard is giving her
a discount! How dare he! He's damn well lucky he's in charge and Harry couldn't a
thing about it .... Damn. He wouldn't have evidence either. Unless ....
"CashHolly!"
After a few minutes, the aforementioned computer rose above Zack, then appeared
down in front of Harry.
"Oh Harry!" the computer stuttered, "Uh .. er .. he made me do it!!"
"I know! I know!"
"Don't blame me! Please!"
"Give me a recording of your conversation with that bog cleaner, the bastard and
yourself."
"I guess you mean Katrina Swete, Zack Richards and I."
"Yes!"
"Receiving message ... 28.8KB ... 100 KB ... 1.1 MB ... 5MB ... Download
complete and ready to issue sir."
A CD descended from the bottom of the flat-screen monitor.
"Excellent! Can't wait till .. Ah crap!"
The CD fell out of his hands and rolled away down the Men's wear isle and
landed down the store's internal drains. Harry, disappointed, instead walked
up to Zack.
"Ah Mr. Smith-Weston!"
"Don't Mr. Smith-Weston me, you bastard! You are the most incompetant, worthless
peice of rectum scum that I have had the misfortune to friggin' witness! You are
f*****g well lucky that that friggin' bog cleaner has pissed off! You are the most
irritating piece of smeghead gimboid that probably sucks up to McKenzie literally
so you can get up the chain of friggin' command!!! Well I'll tell you this son!
You are a total and utter smeghead who doesn't deserve to live!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And with that Harry stormed out of the area and into his office. Zack stood,
puzzled at the recent carry on.
"Indeed." he said[I know it's over, but you can if you want. You don't have to. By the way
I don't think you are a bastard or smeghead, it's just Harry that's all.]

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