The manager of Weeaboo Incorporated was rhythmically tapping on his large oak desk with one hand as he held a file in the other, silently reading it. Every now and then, he would glance up in the middle of reading it at the 'person' in front of him, and then back down at the file to continue reading. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, and the only sounds that could be heard was the aforementioned tapping and the office-like hustle and bustle that originated from beyond the glass walls of the man's personal office.
"So... it says here... you're a zebra? A red zebra?" The man finally inquired the red zebra in front of him after reading the file.
"Y-Yes desu~" the red zebra managed to spit out. It was quite the scene, in the little office room. A portly man in suspenders at a desk that was filled with pictures of his body pillow waifu and sword art online collectible figures was evaluating a red zebra in a suit that was visibly nervous and frightened. The room, befitting of a true otaku, was filled with shelves of manga, anime DVD, light novels, and hentai (lewd!). The walls were adorned with posters of chinese cartoons and painted in bright colors.
The man took off his glasses and began, "I see. Well Mister..."
"Mango, sir desu~" the zebra answered a bit timidly.
"Mister Mango. We at Weeaboo Incorporated regret to inform you that you do not fit our requirements for this job. I'm sorry."
The red zebra named Mango hung his head in disappointment. This would be the sixth job he had applied for and gotten rejected. All he wanted to do was write and draw manga! It was, after all, his life's passion! "Wait Mister Mango!" the man called out right as Mango touched the door knob with his hoofy hooves.
"Y-Yes moo~?" the zebra quickly turned around, hoping that perhaps the man had reconsidered the rejection.
"Uh... you left your meme."
This caused the red zebra to become redfaced because red + red = blue and he quickly picked up his meme in embarrassment and left. Walking quickly through the cubicles and offices of other employees, they quickly laughed at him and pointed fingers like little children teasing others on a playground.
"Psst... Bob... why are we pointing and laughing?" whispered one employee to another as he pointed at the zebra and laughed.
"I dunno... but he's embarrassed so let's just do it lol" answered the other employee as they continued their antics.
As he left the building, he turned back and slowly muttered while scowling at the huge sign 'OTAKU IS DA BEST', "You will pay for this, you damn filthy weeaboos." Turning back and feeling a bit better, he spotted an ice cream truck across the street. Feeling like he perhaps needed a little treat, he smiled and started walking across.
But Mango didn't look both ways.
Mango got hit by a truck going 60 miles per hour.
Don't be like Mango. Don't do school. Stay in drugs.
RIP 2015-2015 Mango