Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170403025150

"GIDGET!BRANDY!LACEY!MEL!DORIS!POPPY!JEN!" Cyndwella barks their names in rapid succession. "Get DOWN from there and LEAVE him! Are you all stupid?  Can't you see the giant pink man is married??"

"But...but...but boss..." the lead Mouse, Gidget, stammers.

"What part of GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND GET TO WORK didn't you understand, Gidget? Get those flying flea-brothel Werebats to get those damned bricks to the levee!  And you Zombies wait until tomorrow! Get going, NOW!"

"S-s-sorry, boss..." Gidget, the Mice and the Zombies all begin shuffling off dejectedly when Baku sets them down.

"Oh, for the love of..." Cyndwella pinches the bridge of her nose. "Take this and I'll see you this evening. Just get going!" She gestures and floats the cake over to the Mice, who jump up and grab it gleefully.

"Yaaaay! Thanks, boss!  You're the best boss ever!" The Mice carry the cake off hurriedly, with the Zombies chasing after. Cyndwella waves her hand and the door shuts behind them.

She sighs. "Such a pain in the ass. Now..." She turns to Marcus. "What exactly were you groveling about? Something about screwing up?"