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“What are we doing again?” Malevola asked confusedly.
The Z-Team had gathered in a board room in a plan to make Robert’s life harder once more—yet another trend from TikTok that they would be enacting. Most of the members weren’t even sure whether this was a trend or not, but Sonar had the idea.
“We just use slang today,” he said. “Like, a bunch. And Robert won’t know what any of it means!”
“Slang like what?” Punch Up asked confusedly. “Would we even know the slang?”
Prism huffed. “I printed out a list of them already, go study.” she said as she applied lipstick on through her phone’s camera. “This shit gonna be funny.”
“Hilarious, show stopping, heart dropping.” Invisigal snorted. “Yeah yeah, let’s do it.”
“TS PMO, Robert. TS PMO.”
“I have no idea what that means Prism, but I’m glad to hear you are learning to use acronyms.” Robert drawled out. Third time this call, he noted, that his team have been saying weird shit. “What exactly does it mean?”
Sonar snorted. “No need to worry, fam.”
“Now we’re talking about famines. Great.”
“You’re salty.” Golem said. “Big yikes.”
Robert groaned as he rested his head in his hands. “Such an insightful sentence Golem, truly inspiring.”
“TFW when your dispatcher needs to take several seats.” Flambae said. “Whole auditorium.”
Robert could hear both him and Invisigal laughing through their microphones. “I don’t know how I’d take several.”
“Don’t worry Robert.” Coupé said. “I’m sure that you are living ‘rent-free’ in Flambae’s head.”
“Period queen!” Prism cackled.
Malevola and Sonar were laughing too. “TS is sending me.” Sonar said. “Big W, Coupé. Big W.”
“Drag him!” Invisigal said, yelping at whatever was causing the crackling sound over her mic.
“You are catching these fucking hands!”
Robert couldn’t clock out of his shift soon enough.