I am writing this while standing in a massive line for our pay checks. Not only do these lines turn even the most patient worker into a raging barbarian, it also resulted in many brawls and injuries. I was fortunate enough to shove myself into a position near the front of the line where Mr. Mini Mew gave me my pay. I had narrowly escaped several fights to end up standing nearly touching the people beside me in the line. Not even the aroma of the flower arrangements could cover the body odor of my compatriots.
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| By the power and authority bequeathed in Mr. Mini Mew, Mr. Ian D. King is hereby appointed to the rank of Securities Head 2c, where he shall carefully and diligently carry out his duties. By Her Highness' Command, Madame Hippy Chick |
It had gone to the point where the HRs began to line the people using plants that were rumored to have hypnotic effects. I was glad, hypnosis or not, that the crowd started to get under control as though an invisible hand had taken hold of them.
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