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Boss uses his icy stare to brew coffee for his workers.
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| Jerry Jerry Jerry. What type of coffee did you have today. Bet it was cold | |
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| I dare not gaze into thine eyes, the Boss. | |
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He will take away all of their paper, dirt, and paperclips and force them to eat pastrami on rye.
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| Theresa the phone, get me the name of all those who suffer from pica. | |
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| F. Andover, S. Crench, T. Crench, The Tilfrook Twins, W. W. Tran, R. Gilpro, G. Ing. | |
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After a grueling day at work, the Boss is tired (both of them).
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| Our thoughts are the same. | |
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| I'm thinking about eating some pancakes, bacon, mushrooms, eggs, hamsteak, syrup, oatmeal, and a single tortilla. | |
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