So that’s time-and-a-half at least, right?
On the upside, now you have plenty of blackmail material. And you know his physical weakness for when the pain and humiliation of today ultimately turns him into a super villain.
This is serious, Hunthollomew. I was on my way to get a milkshake when I was called in. There were going to be sprinkles. And extra whip. Now I have nothing.
This is a whole damn mess.
Hey. If you're going to formal-name me, at least do it the right way. It's Huntamillion. Huntamillion Huntollowmew. Jr. Honestly. It's like you don't know me at all.
That's.. really terrible. Sprinkles, too? Damn. Make sure that man knows just how much his idiocy is costing you. And also be sure he's aware that a whole bunch of nerds in the 10th floor breakroom of IBM are getting a kick out of his sexual misadventures right now.
I hope you're not bound by HIPAA.