You just keep on a-scrubbin.
Mister K continues, "Good work ethic! Maybe one day you can even shine my shoes! Hm hm hm." With that he flipped his head to the side, giving his short, curly hair a good emphasized shake, and strutted away, giving an arrogant smile to the other workers as he made his grand exit.
You feel you may have dodged several dangerous situations, and you breath a sigh of relief. Shortly after the evidence is all gone, unless somehow T. Money were to examine the molecular makeup of the dirt on the ground, you feel that nobody will know.
But now what?
You've reached an end!
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