"You're motherfucking kidding me..." snarled Angus.
"Er, there's a problem, Angus?" asked Bill as he came in the office.
Angus glared murderously at his surrogate son.
"A problem? No, I'm fine. It's just that I have to deal with the bureaucrats and the paychecks and the inspections and the regulations and the accounts AND A HUNDRED MORE PAPERWORK AND CALCULATION SHITS!!"
Bill stepped back in front of that explosion.
"THEY'RE FUCKING DOING IT ON PURPOSE OR WHAT?! I KNOW I'D HAVE TO DEAL WITH THAT, BUT FOR ONE THING I DEAL WITH, THREE MORE APPEAR!!"
"Angus, Angus, calm down!" yelped Bill.
"CALM DOWN?! YOU THINK THAT'S EASY?! I..."
And Angus brutally collapsed on the floor.
"Angus?! ANGUS!!"
"Just a nervous breakdown due to overworking," said the emergency doctor Bill called, an Incineroar. "I gave him some sedatives to soothe him, but I must bring him to the hospital for more in-depth checks. Just to be sure, you understand. And we'll have to keep him so he can relax and calm down."
"Do what you need to do, doc," answered Bill. "These last days were absolute hell for him, every bureaucracy swooped on him at the same time, he really needs that rest. How long will it be?"
"I can't be sure, it depends on him. But seen the explosion he had, I'd say one week at the very least, probably two."
"Take the time you need. We'll handle."
Bill felt his confidence weaken a bit in front of the mountain of paperwork.
"Okay, stay calm. Just do it one at a time. What's the first one?"
The first one was an announce that Silas was coming tomorrow.
Silas was an inspector of budgets for businesses of any kind. Infamously known in all of them for being horrifyingly exasperating, harsh, nosy, and other adjectives. Every time a society got inspected by him, it was the most painful, discouraging, horrible day ever.
And it was now Big Arms Inc.'s turn.
"Oh, fuck me..." moaned Bill.
Art by
Kind_Bunny_20Mx
Original here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23838246/
Angus © me
Conkeldurr © Game Freaks
"Er, there's a problem, Angus?" asked Bill as he came in the office.
Angus glared murderously at his surrogate son.
"A problem? No, I'm fine. It's just that I have to deal with the bureaucrats and the paychecks and the inspections and the regulations and the accounts AND A HUNDRED MORE PAPERWORK AND CALCULATION SHITS!!"
Bill stepped back in front of that explosion.
"THEY'RE FUCKING DOING IT ON PURPOSE OR WHAT?! I KNOW I'D HAVE TO DEAL WITH THAT, BUT FOR ONE THING I DEAL WITH, THREE MORE APPEAR!!"
"Angus, Angus, calm down!" yelped Bill.
"CALM DOWN?! YOU THINK THAT'S EASY?! I..."
And Angus brutally collapsed on the floor.
"Angus?! ANGUS!!"
"Just a nervous breakdown due to overworking," said the emergency doctor Bill called, an Incineroar. "I gave him some sedatives to soothe him, but I must bring him to the hospital for more in-depth checks. Just to be sure, you understand. And we'll have to keep him so he can relax and calm down."
"Do what you need to do, doc," answered Bill. "These last days were absolute hell for him, every bureaucracy swooped on him at the same time, he really needs that rest. How long will it be?"
"I can't be sure, it depends on him. But seen the explosion he had, I'd say one week at the very least, probably two."
"Take the time you need. We'll handle."
Bill felt his confidence weaken a bit in front of the mountain of paperwork.
"Okay, stay calm. Just do it one at a time. What's the first one?"
The first one was an announce that Silas was coming tomorrow.
Silas was an inspector of budgets for businesses of any kind. Infamously known in all of them for being horrifyingly exasperating, harsh, nosy, and other adjectives. Every time a society got inspected by him, it was the most painful, discouraging, horrible day ever.
And it was now Big Arms Inc.'s turn.
"Oh, fuck me..." moaned Bill.
Art by
Kind_Bunny_20MxOriginal here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23838246/
Angus © me
Conkeldurr © Game Freaks
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Pokemon
Size 2100 x 1600px
File Size 1.36 MB
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