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Magneta walked into work last
"How are you doing, Mags?" asked Sandy as she restocked the napkins
"I'd rather be doing anything else" he said
"Well, just do our best then. Spamton's even helping!" Sandy beamed
"Oh really?" said Magneta with a raised eyebrow
"He's up there!" Said Sandy as she pointed up
Magneta looked up. On the ceiling Spamton, sucion cuped himself up there and was scrubbing the ceiling fixtures with a toothbrush.
"How... is that supposed to be helpful?" muttered Magneta confused
Magneta walked to the back and started to heat up the fryer. Cyan then called everyone all together to talk for a bit.
"Okey everyone. I've been trying to come up with a plan to make are new job more endurable. I thought to make the job less monotonous we should switch are jobs each day. And try to look on the bright where we can-"
Magneta let out an audible hiss at this.
""Look on the bright side"? Cyan! What is there to look on the "bright side"? We'er slaves to serve people who just days before we where selling them shoes"
Spamton was staring at the doors intently
"Well let's get ready for the day. Soon enough a crown will be here" Cyan sighed
Spamton eyes went wide while looking at the door,
"I think we've {[RUN RUN OUT OF TIME]. The [MOB BOSSES] are HERE!"
There was a large crowd at the door waiting for the door to unlock.
"Oh God no" sighed Cadmium
"Dammit, I'll get the grill heated up" said Magneta
Sandy went to work the cash register, Cadmium the drive-thru, and Mauve the fryer. Cyan looked down at Spamton
and asked if he was going to do anything
"[Action Expected], I do not want to turned into [Orange Pulp]. I will {[CONSUMer} leftovers and [Scrubba dub dub] the tables"
Cyan smiled at Spamton as he went to get the drink machaines set-up and coffee machines.
Spamton walked as slow as he could to the door to unlock it for the crowd to come in.
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