Hardly Workin'

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why i cant type the order ID

This is just like working in an office. This is the office work of life. Every moment I spend sitting in my cubicle, the gears in my head turn to machinations of how much hardlier I could be working. My coffee is made. My dolls are squished. My trash can and drawers are full. All appliances are running. The office has blown a fuse and yet I'm still hardly workin'. Weird mushrooms keep growing in my cubicle. I really don't need this ♥♥♥♥ in my life right now. I specify life, because this is my life. I could want nothing more. I keep getting emails from inebriated hobgoblins saying "What's the matter, lagerboy? Afraid you might taste something?" I email back that I drink IPAs but the emails keep coming. I cry myself to sleep every night. I need to keep this job. Karen will never find me, and even if she did she would stand no chance against my elite security. Don't mean to brag but the alphabet soup agencies have been tracking me for years. My cool S post it note is burning on the range but still I keep hardly workin'. I got sent here on a mission to kill the CEO. I got scared so now I've been hiding out in this server room for two weeks. I've been subsisting on hamburger leftovers left here by the server guy. Just to clarify I'm only here until I can my own company off the ground. I'm trying to break into potato farming logistics. Windoors keeps crashing. IT stopped answering the phone years ago and yet I keep hardly workin'. They keep calling me Buddy. I don't know who that is. What's my name? I couldn't tell you. I've been hardly workin' for too long and I just can't stop (won't stop). I can't stop I got a platypus controlling me (whaaaat?) I got a platypus controlling me now let me sum it up it was a strange set of circumstances (strange set of circumstances). I went down to gamesgames to buy gorbino's quest and I ended up here and now they won't let me leave until I beat it. I tried to play it to get my silly meter up but the game engine doesn't work on my stupid windoors pc so I left a one star review. Business isn't just numbers on a screen. It's blood and guts. It's primal violence. If you can't handle that you should just jump out of that window. I won't, though. I'll still be here. Hardly workin'. Until everything around me is gone, and even the building has collapsed. Only then will my silly meter empty, and I'll fall asleep, until I wake up again at the beginning of the day. Just like yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that. When can I leave?