You cheap bastard. We haven't had a raise in years. So you slave driver, you won't negotiate with us?
No. Now get back to work.
Fine. Looks like I'll just have to unleash what's in this package...
Yeah right. What is it, a bomb or something?
Um, no. We've got some pictures in here of you sampling Mrs. Roberts' "cookies" last year, if you catch my drift. Do you really want Mrs. Claus to find out about this?
If I recall correctly, you joined in James. Would you like Sally to find out how small your willy is before your first date tomorrow night?
