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21 days into her emplyment at the local Johnny Copies Your Ass, Beth begins to suspect her co-workers are dangerous and evil lunatics working minimum wage in a plot to drive her insane.
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| OK now. . .you want 500 copies of WHAT? | |
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| GIANT MONKEY TITTY! GIANT MONKEY TITTY! | |
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| Look. . .I need some bigger paper than this. Isn't cutting paper your ONLY job here? | |
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| Cutting paper is my job. Murder is my passion. Exposing myself to lawn gnomes? That's my PASSION! | |
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| Look, I'm the only one that does any work around here, I need a raise. The rest of the nutcases here spend all day smashing lightbulbs out by the dumpster and jerking off. | |
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| Okay. . .sit on my fave and I'll THINK about it. | |
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