Wanted

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A THOUSAND YEARS AGO...

A CLAN OF WEAVERS HAS ESTABLISHED A SECRET ORDER

THEY SILENTLY CARRIED OUT EXECUTIONS

TO RESTORE ORDER TO A WORLD ON THE BRINK OF CHAOS

THEY CALLED THEMSELVES THE FRATERNITY.

SIX WEEKS AGO...

Happy birthday, dear Janice!

My anorexic boss is birthday.

This is a birthday of my boss Janice.

Suffering from anorexia.

All coworkers should stay around the table, eat different shit

and demonstrate that they adore her.

Smiling on this holiday is the hardest work

I have to do for the whole day.

This fun irritates me.

My job tyre was account manager.

I've used to be called an account service representative.

But the consulter called us so because we needed to manage our clients

and not service them.

Keeping my need on manage, nor service.

That's my best friend Barry, fucking her on an IKEA kitchen table

I picked up for a really good price.

Ain't trying to get hard to care about anything these days.

In fact, the only thing I do care about is

the fact that I can't care about anything.

Seriously, where is me?

My name is Wesley Gibson.

My dad worked out my mom when I was seven days old.

Sometimes I wonder if he ever looked in my baby blue eyes and ask himself:

Did I just father the most insignificant asshole of the 21st century?

Do we get a consignment... Do you have the numbers of front paper?

Relax. I your name will come up you'll be dead already.

We had some unexpected losses recently.

We'd like to know.

Where our competitor is getting his ammunition.

It's clean.

Meaning?

No one leaves the fraternity, Cross.

I have a new prospective on a fraternity.

Careful. You don't destroying something has been around for a 1000 years.

It's already destroyed.

He broke the code.

I have to stop this.

Really?

You know this.

So why you don't face me yourself?

Never send a sheep to kill a wolf.

They were just a decoys.

Good bye, Mister X.

Never send a sheep to kill a wolf.

They were just a decoys.

Wesley!

What is it?

What do you mean what is it?

Listen!

How am I supposed to sleep by that fucking rocket?

When we'll gonna move so we don't have to wake up at that shit?

I gotta like it.

I helps to drain out the sound of your annoying fucking voice.

Now please let me sleep.

Have you ever thought about our talk?

Yeah.

Which one?

Perfect.

That's perfect.

Feed Annabelle.

Oh my fucking god!

I hope that's not my billing report sitting on your desk.

Holly shit on and after it is.

I want that report on my desk in one hour.

Okay everybody. We're all delayed for a hour.

Weren't you something sad?

I need an ergonomic keyboard to keep my repetative stress injury in check.

Just a fact that I repeat something and after

that causes me - stresses fucking sad.

Nice job dude.

Have you seen Barry?

He'd go to the dantist. Again.

Yes! Ah! Ah!

Do you think, are there any morning after pill here?

Yeah, what? Crushed it in her omelet and "hey baby, bite a some bit".

Oh, god!

I lost my wallet somewhere.

All this together?

No... no...

Yes.

He is the man.

Which is it?

Oh, plus this.

$20.42

Watermelon.

Chicks dig it.

Thanks.

See you next time.

Have a good time.

Love these energy drinks, man.

My mom said kind of energy drink cleans.

One for breakfast, then two or three for a lunch...

I am the man.

Yeah, right, Barry, I am the man.

By the fact, I'm so much the man I have a standing perscription

from medication to control my exaltity attacks.

God, I wish to add something else to release my stress!

Hello, Wesley!

You know, there are people. Beatiful people.

You just wish they could see you in a different set or get to different place.

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