The room was as big as the entrance and just as nice and entertaining
as the game room. There was a big window in the back with a king size bed
with a canopy to the side of the window. There was a couch at a different
section of the room with fluffy pillows on it with a matching chair beside
it. Before it was a big screen television. A few feet in hamster
measurement behind the couch was a pool table with a top of glass. The
balls were made from colored glass as well. A few inches from it was a
ping-pong table. There was nothing special about it, but a little ways
from it, there was an air-hockey table with a surface of glass, too. The
floor was a pure white that had been cleaned a million and one times before
Boss had entered the room. Most of the things were white, but some things
were red, blue, or black. Everything in there must've cost more than Boss
himself could never afford. There was also a giant bookcase with shelves
of glass. Where do they get all of this glass? Boss asked himself. (Whoa,
that room sounds pretty coolio!!!)
After a few minutes of watching Boss look around and like what he saw, Mike said, "What do you think?" He couldn't answer. He knew what was going to happen. It was too obvious that it was a bargain to get him the give up the Ham-Hams. "Gr-gr-" Boss couldn't finish his sentence. He didn't know what to do. Then he got a bright idea that would help him later on. "I designed it myself," Mike replied. So Mike's who designed the glass, he thought.
After a few moments of silence, Mike grew weary of waiting for a reply. "I wanted to show this room to you first," Mike remarked, "so you'd know who's the most superior. What do you say? Do you figure a week and six days is too long to wait for this? Heh, I guess not." After seeing no reply, he yelled, "You got the nerve of a laughing jackass! Do you not hear me?!" Boss replied, "I hear you, but I dunno what to say. And, uh, what's the laughing thing? Howdy?" Mike sighed and muttered, "A kookaburra from Australia." "I know what you're doing," Boss replied. "You are going to try to bribe me." Mike showed his teeth and muttered, "You actually don't think I meant what I said, did you?" "I took it very seriously," he remarked. "You probably don't want to know what actually is going to happen," Mike retorted. "What? Gonna whip me again?" Boss shouted angrily. Mike started to growl loudly. He tried to hold it back, but it slipped out. "You're nothing but a bastard, and you'll never live up to all expectations," he retorted. "What's going to actually happen is that we're just waiting for this plan of mine to be constructed which will be in progress one week and six days from now." "What?!" Boss shouted. "You just did this just to wait for a 'plan' to be constructed?!" "What's bugging you?" Mike retorted. "I'm gonna do plenty good for you, like what I was about to say before you said, 'What? Gonna whip me again?'! When should I tell your doom?"
Mike waited for an answer. There was no reply whatsoever. "I take that as a yes," he boomed. I don't want to hear any of this, Boss thought. There was nothing to be done because he was hearing before long. Mike retorted, "You're not gonna die. It's true, I was bribing you. Kid, the only reason you're here before the plan is made is because...you're the only Ham-Ham out of all of them that could ever be close to be my secondary assistant." Boss paused at the comment Mike had just made. Mike was trying to get him to be used to being around the Bad Hams but mostly him. He really had gotten used to them. That was probably the only reason Mike wanted him to be perfectly reserved in his mind. And, in Boss's mind, it was actually working. He had been thinking of Mike more than he had been. But he didn't want to be what Mike wanted him to be...
HIS SECONDARY ASSISTANT.
There was nothing that made a noise for a while. Mike had done a good method of bribing. Soon, an hour had passed since he entered the gargantuan room. There was nothing now to worry about in Boss's mind. He just imagined there was no one around. And went crazy in his head. Just when all went wrong in his thoughts, Boss stopped breathing. Again, he thought of it just there and nothing was going wrong. For a moment, all went black. There were no worries now in the unconscious state.
After a few minutes of watching Boss look around and like what he saw, Mike said, "What do you think?" He couldn't answer. He knew what was going to happen. It was too obvious that it was a bargain to get him the give up the Ham-Hams. "Gr-gr-" Boss couldn't finish his sentence. He didn't know what to do. Then he got a bright idea that would help him later on. "I designed it myself," Mike replied. So Mike's who designed the glass, he thought.
After a few moments of silence, Mike grew weary of waiting for a reply. "I wanted to show this room to you first," Mike remarked, "so you'd know who's the most superior. What do you say? Do you figure a week and six days is too long to wait for this? Heh, I guess not." After seeing no reply, he yelled, "You got the nerve of a laughing jackass! Do you not hear me?!" Boss replied, "I hear you, but I dunno what to say. And, uh, what's the laughing thing? Howdy?" Mike sighed and muttered, "A kookaburra from Australia." "I know what you're doing," Boss replied. "You are going to try to bribe me." Mike showed his teeth and muttered, "You actually don't think I meant what I said, did you?" "I took it very seriously," he remarked. "You probably don't want to know what actually is going to happen," Mike retorted. "What? Gonna whip me again?" Boss shouted angrily. Mike started to growl loudly. He tried to hold it back, but it slipped out. "You're nothing but a bastard, and you'll never live up to all expectations," he retorted. "What's going to actually happen is that we're just waiting for this plan of mine to be constructed which will be in progress one week and six days from now." "What?!" Boss shouted. "You just did this just to wait for a 'plan' to be constructed?!" "What's bugging you?" Mike retorted. "I'm gonna do plenty good for you, like what I was about to say before you said, 'What? Gonna whip me again?'! When should I tell your doom?"
Mike waited for an answer. There was no reply whatsoever. "I take that as a yes," he boomed. I don't want to hear any of this, Boss thought. There was nothing to be done because he was hearing before long. Mike retorted, "You're not gonna die. It's true, I was bribing you. Kid, the only reason you're here before the plan is made is because...you're the only Ham-Ham out of all of them that could ever be close to be my secondary assistant." Boss paused at the comment Mike had just made. Mike was trying to get him to be used to being around the Bad Hams but mostly him. He really had gotten used to them. That was probably the only reason Mike wanted him to be perfectly reserved in his mind. And, in Boss's mind, it was actually working. He had been thinking of Mike more than he had been. But he didn't want to be what Mike wanted him to be...
HIS SECONDARY ASSISTANT.
There was nothing that made a noise for a while. Mike had done a good method of bribing. Soon, an hour had passed since he entered the gargantuan room. There was nothing now to worry about in Boss's mind. He just imagined there was no one around. And went crazy in his head. Just when all went wrong in his thoughts, Boss stopped breathing. Again, he thought of it just there and nothing was going wrong. For a moment, all went black. There were no worries now in the unconscious state.