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You are Peter File analyst for the NSA, and you hate your name, but more importantly you are waiting for a Mr. Drew Curry to scan and translate the Oh No I Poop From There Sensei~ manga. He put up the first three chapters, and you've been hooked since by the hard hitting combination of young free spirited girls love, incisive philosophical commentary, and hard core anal ravaging held between those electronic pages. It's like someone made the Mona Lisa in to a realdoll that lactated Ben & Jerry's Half Baked brand ice cream.
But regrettably, you also found out that Drew Curry downloaded the latest attempt by Axl Rose to milk money from his fans without paying for it, a penalty which would warrant an immediate hellfire missile from the Predator drone orbiting around his house. You've got the button right there- all you need to do is hit the enter key, and kerpow, America is safe, Uncle Sam gives you a high five, and you get another Freedom medal to put on your night stand.
But you REALLY want to find out what Umineko-sempai is hiding in her colon.
Normally, you'd sweep this under the rug and ignore it, but you're pretty sure Marc (Fucking MARC, who the fuck spells that without a k?) snuck a peek at your monitor on the way to his cubicle. Typical Marc shit. He's probably hammering away on his fat little fingers trying to find Mr. Curry's address right now to hellfire that no good hippie pirate piece of shit. And you'll be damned if you'll let MarC get away with that.
Do you:
>[ ] Deliver a scorching pile of liberty to Drew's bed room?
>[ ] Cover up for Drew, in hopes of getting some sweet 'me' time with a bottle of lotion and shame later?
>[ ] Throw things at Marc over the cube wall.
>[ ] Oh no don't you dare think of a custom choice that would make me so mad.
But regrettably, you also found out that Drew Curry downloaded the latest attempt by Axl Rose to milk money from his fans without paying for it, a penalty which would warrant an immediate hellfire missile from the Predator drone orbiting around his house. You've got the button right there- all you need to do is hit the enter key, and kerpow, America is safe, Uncle Sam gives you a high five, and you get another Freedom medal to put on your night stand.
But you REALLY want to find out what Umineko-sempai is hiding in her colon.
Normally, you'd sweep this under the rug and ignore it, but you're pretty sure Marc (Fucking MARC, who the fuck spells that without a k?) snuck a peek at your monitor on the way to his cubicle. Typical Marc shit. He's probably hammering away on his fat little fingers trying to find Mr. Curry's address right now to hellfire that no good hippie pirate piece of shit. And you'll be damned if you'll let MarC get away with that.
Do you:
>[ ] Deliver a scorching pile of liberty to Drew's bed room?
>[ ] Cover up for Drew, in hopes of getting some sweet 'me' time with a bottle of lotion and shame later?
>[ ] Throw things at Marc over the cube wall.
>[ ] Oh no don't you dare think of a custom choice that would make me so mad.
