*Beep* "Another shift Tourniquet? Hopefully today you'll find enough inner loathing to kill yourself eh?" The possessed time clock growls with a sneer towards Tourniquet.
"Sigh, every day here does tend to push me a tad closer..." Tourniquet grumbles and starts on his way, the guy behind him swiping his card to the leering time clock who simply smirks. "You're two minutes late today Leonard, Prepare to be euthanized." It cackles to a horror struck Leonard. "But It's only two minutes!"
Tourniquet rounds the corner as a bright flash of fire erupts and envelops Leonard in it's brilliant flame. His horrific screams echoing throughout the halls before quickly being consumed by the crackling of seared flesh and bone.
Upon exiting the employee's quarters and clipping his name tag onto his fraying shirt, Tourniquet realizes he's found himself amongst a throng of coworkers eerily muttering to each other whilst sneaking peeks out into the aisle beyond.
Slightly unnerved by this frightening display of the male hive mind, Tourniquet thus weaves his way through his riled coworkers until he eventually finds Cutter, conveniently placed at the forefront of the crowd with naught but a red cape and his stained underwear on.
"What the hell's going on over here Cutter? Didn't shift start a few minutes ago? And where the hell are your clothes? Did you sell them for booze again?" Cutter raises a scraggly finger to his chapped lips. "Silence my mediocre friend. For today is a special day..." He whispers with a smirk as Tourniquet furrows his brow, "Mediocre he says...."
Cutter quickly grabs him by the shoulders and yanks Tourniquet closer.
"Whoa dude, I'm not like that..." Tourniquet starts surprised and Cutter hits him upside the head. "LOOK." Cutter insists and leans Tourniquet out into the aisle. After a few seconds of flailing Tourniquet finally realizes what the big deal is.
New employees.
And they have boobs.
