Prompt #2 Insulting
Nifty Nicknames
"He's a slob," Ray Arnold said, lighting his cigarette. "A fat slob." He tossed the lighter on his workstation, frustrated. "How many times have I told him he needs to clean up his computer bugs? John has told him several times already."
Next to him, Robert Muldoon sat with his legs propped on the nearby workstation. Muldoon took out a flask filled with liquor and drank a quick swig before putting it back in his pocket. "When was the last time you spoke with him about it?"
"Earlier today. It's like I'm talking to myself."
"You're not the only one. We're all constantly going in circles with him."
Muldoon and Arnold continued to vent amongst themselves. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't hear the control room door buzz open. It was only when Nedry was right next to them that they realized he had probably heard their entire conversation. For someone who was heavy, Nedry was surprisingly light-footed. Or maybe he was just sneaky.
"I already cleared up half the bugs, Chimney Man."
Nedry sent a crocodile grin to Arnold who looked up with arched eyebrows in surprise. When did Nedry enter the control room?
"And what about the locking mechanisms on the vehicle doors?" Muldoon shot back at Nedry. He was holding both his and Arnold's annoyance.
"When you attend your first Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, Mr. Wasted, then I'll get started on the locking mechanisms. Until then, learn to say the magic word."
Nedry turned around and retreated to his messy workstation, oblivious to the furious stares Arnold and Muldoon sent his way. He didn't care. They could glare at him all day and all night if it made them happy—but they weren't going to keep calling him "slob" when he was close enough to hear them bashing him.