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THAT, OR THE MONEY EQUIVALENT--

WE WANT YOU TO BE OUR CORPORATE KILLER.

THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD IT. I'VE HAD IT.

AND, UH, WHAT'S THIS ON THE FLOOR?

* WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO GET AWAY? *

EVENING, EVERYBODY.

WOULD YOU TWO MIND IF WE MOVED ON TO SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE INTERESTING

IF I TALK TO THEM, IT'S ONLY GONNA LEAD TO A FIGHT.

LAST NIGHT, THEY DECIDED TO HAVE A PARTY--

I REFUSE TO BE ONE OF THOSE LITTLE COWARDLY CLOCK-WATCHERS.

I DREAMED OF BEING AN ACCOUNTANT.

YOU'RE TORTURING YOURSELF.

THAN YOUR STAR-CROSSED ROMANCE, PLEASE? SORRY.

NORMAN...WHY DO YOU KEEP

THE BOSSES CAN DO THEIR OWN DIRTY WORK FOR A CHANGE.

I'M NOT CUT OUT TO BE A CORPORATE KILLER.

IS OF NO VALUE TO YOU OR THE BOY.

I GUESS BILLY RICHTER'S

COME RIGHT OUT AND FIRE ME HONESTLY

THERE'S REALLY NOTHING LEFT TO SAY, IS THERE?

AND EERIE, AND IT'S OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, YOU KNOW?

THANKS FOR THE BEER, MR. PETERSON. SURE.

YES. ONE OF THEM NEEDS BRACES.

I'M GONNA RECOMMEND THAT THEY GIVE YOU

ONE BY ONE THEY WENT, SAMMY,