"I know it's a good idea, my boy. I thought of it, did I not?" ALL of Lord Borr's ideas were GOOD ones. "Go inform Bole of our needs and be sure to let him know about your nomination and personal assistant. Perhaps it will spark a glimmer of responsibility and duty in that giant empty head of his." Lord Borr gave a GIANT heave ho, lost a bit of gas from his bowels, and stood all in one motion. He opened his arms to Armen, the son he never had.
"Get the DOOR, Maintenance Girl! And be quick about it!" Why wasn't she ALREADY getting the door?! Did Lord Borr have to TEACH EVERYONE EVERYTHING ALWAYS?!
"Your assistant should be in your Department, Armen. If you find yourself too busy, send her the monkeys on Level Two to set up the Disposal of Nails Division."
__________________  Someone unimportant whose name slips my memory made this signature. Twas Lady Borr who did it, sir! Boor's bringin' sexy back and yall just hatin' Kingston: Marry me my lord. We're perfect for each other. |