"It is a fun fact that during the holidays, sales within the suicide department spike drastically. Hence why we tend to assign more employees to stock that section during those months."
Employee meatings...
Tourniquet tries not to snore as he drifts in and out of sleep, caught between this heinous reality, and being snugly set between two very fine ghouls in dreamland.
Ear Ache bumbles up next to him. Stopping and then staring at him intently.
A long moment transpires...
"Whaaaaat?" Tourniquet grumbles and Ear Ache leans into his ear, "I can hear my hair moving...."
Tourniquet sighs, "Good for you." Then drifts back off into thought before furrowing his brow, "But Ear Ache... You don't even have hair..."
A raspy, unsettling breath replies "exactly..."
Tourniquet curiously opens an eye and casts it's stare over at Ear Ache to reveal a struggling raccoon duct taped to his head.
".... I.... I just.... I can't...." He stammers, at a loss for words and Ear Ache smiles that disturbing, toothy grin.
The manager continues unperturbed, "We consist of 665 hard working employees that span a wide variety of jobs and positions with Every-Mart..."
Tourniquet's ears perk up at that comment and his hand is thrust high into the air, "Why not hire one more person?" He laughs with that mischievous smirk playing like a playground full of demons across his face.
The manager scowls, "Every-Mart is a family oriented place, and we do not want people to start thinking that we have affiliations to Hell or Satan. Now let's wrap this meeting up I need you to go restock the crucifixes in the toy department, we're running low."
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