Murder, Tkid, Mutiny

Overhead in the halls by the water cooler, at the websides office. Somtimes I push them too hard, but it's for their own good. Really, it is. This little snippet after some heavy slavedriving:

Tkid: it was us against him man. us against him.

murder: solidarity baby, come on. i wouldnt sell you out, im part of the union too here

Tkid: you are a scab!

murder: IVE GOT MOUTHS TO FEED

Tkid: i have moths to feed

murder: wool is mad cheap

Tkid: ok fine

murder: i have to go, hardball with chris matthews is on

Tkid: i understand

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