4:30, Also known as my break.
You know what Tim? I need this. I really need this. I'm going to walk in, grab a coffee and my sandwich, and then I'm gonna just relax for an hour. You know why Tim? Because Chris has been getting on my nerves. To the point that I almost knocked him out yesterday.
Maybe that's going to far… What do you think Tim?
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Piss off. Get your degree before you start acting like a therapist
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I'm only halfway through my sandwich when Chris walks in. And the motherfucker is already running his mouth.
"Waka" he says.
I make an effort to down my coffee before addressing him.
"Chris! I warned you yesterday, and I'll tell you again, stop saying 'Waka' or I'll lay you out!"
The others are surrounding us in a circle, high-school all over again.
"It was funny for the first day. But when you've only said one word for 3 fucking weeks, it gets annoying."
Tim, my man, I might need you to hold me back. 'Cause if he says it one more time, I'm gonna kill him.
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Not really dickhead. I happen to like my job.
He's just standing there. Glancing around the circle. Why's he making so much eye contact? Now he's just staring into my soul...no, he wouldn't.
"Don't fucking do it Chris!"
I move forward and front on him.
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It's his choice now.
"...Wa-"
I don't let him finish – right hook to the nose and he's out.
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He can get fucked. I have witnesses, he provoked me.
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I'm just finishing my second coffee when Mary walks up to me.
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Yep.
"Cecil, I've received an anonymous tip that you started a fight hat landed Chris in the med-bay."
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I'm telling you, we'll be fine.
"Actually, Mary, I didn't start anything. Chris provoked me." I can see the smugness in her eyes glisten.
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Yeah, might be fucked.
"Very interesting Cecil, ve-", her face blanks, "Waka."
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On it! I lunge and slam the breach alarm.
