I. Audere Est Facere

Scene opens in a busy office. Protagonist is sitting on his desk, dressed in a shirt and tie, mid-conversation on the phone.

PROTAG: No yeah, you should get an email within the next 24 hours with confirmation of your order and everything on there.

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PROTAG: Yeah, don't worry about it Mrs. Stevens, it's always a pleasure. Say hi to the puppies for me! Alright, alright, bye now! Bye!

The protagonist's boss approaches his desk.

BOSS: You're going to have those reports with me by noon, right?

PROTAG: Yes. Yes I will.

BOSS: I'm going to be fucking pissed if you don't.

PROTAG: I told you, I'll get it done. Just chill out.

BOSS: You think you can talk to me like that?

Protagonist sighs.

PROTAG: No, no... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just - I'm just really fucking stressed right now.

BOSS: We're all stressed you asshole. You can't speak to me like that. You're walking on very thin fucking ice, pal.

PROTAG: Gheez. I'm sorry.

BOSS: What if sorry isn't good enough?

PROTAG: *Mutters* Cunt.

BOSS: What the fuck did you just call me?

PROTAG: Cunt. I just call you, a fucking cunt.

BOSS: Who -

PROTAG: You know what. Fuck this. Fuck this soul-destroying, blood-sucking piece of shit you call a company. Fuck this shitty tamagotchi you call a computer, fuck this desk, fuck Mrs. Stevens, and most of all -

BOSS: Most of all what.

PROTAG: And most of all, fuck you! You are the closest thing to actual living garbage I have ever met in my whole shitty life. You call yourself a human being? Who the fuck are you! What demon-spawn decided to create you? You are literally the biggest pile of shit I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. I quit! Fuck you! If I ever see you again, I'm gonna' fuck you up.