Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20190111145028/@comment-29435884-20190112100351

With any luck I can sneak out before...."Hey, who are you?" *fuck*.....that happens.

Shit, I need an excuse. "Er, the cleaner? Just, erm...doing my job. Yanno, cleaning."

I quickly grab a nearby broom and begin sweeping the floor while backing off towards what I hope is the exit. As I do I hear the monsters begin discussing my random appearance.

"When did we hire a cleaner?"

"Did we hire a cleaner?"

"Maaaan"

"He musn't be particularly good at his job, this place is filthy."

Oof, right in the pride. I'll show these bitches! This place is gonna be spotless! I'm gonna clean it so good they're gonna be calling me Mr Clean by this time tomorrow!

And that's how I started working for supervillains. Can't complain, pays well.