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A little less than a month later… “Did you buy the last Butterfinger BB’s?” you hear Angela’s voice accuse before you pull the tinted glass door open. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kimberly responds condescendingly. She has her nose pointed upward as her eyes and pout focus on the blank computer screen in front of her. “They were in there an hour ago, and now they’re gone.” “So? Anybody could have bought them.” “Nobody’s buying them. That machine’s been the biggest waste of money since Chairman of the Board.” “So, like, that means I bought them?” “You knew I wanted them.” “You always get them. Maybe somebody else deserves them?” “I pray to all that is good that you don’t think you deserve anything more than I do for having to put up with your fat ass every day.” “Excuse me? That’s like racism or something. You’re oppressing me.” “You little-” Angela pounces. Kimberly uses her diminutive stature to her advantage and ducks the lift away counter to escape

A Protein Shakes and Chocolate Cakes Spinoff (Some male and trans weight gain in this one.) April “Did you punch him?” Rachel asked, leaning forward onto the table causing the top of Taylor’s full pint glass to wave dangerously to the brim. “No,” Taylor sighed. “Spit in his drink?” Rachel pressed. “No.” “Pepper spray? Kick him in balls? Shave his head so that he looks like the sorry, lonely, and divorced alcoholic he’s going to look like when he doesn’t hold the door for an old lady at the Mercedes dealership?” “Do you know this guy?” Jennifer asked, her high voice easily piercing through a never-ending drum solo echoing through the bar. “His type,” Rachel affirmed. “No I didn’t shave his head,” Taylor droned. “Did you at least call Toby?” “The bouncer?” Derek asked with a laugh. “That guy has gotten a perm more times than he’s ever even looked at somebody in this place.” “He knows the importance of looking good on the job,” Rachel said, jumping on the defense.” “No I didn’t call