People made of steak doing paperwork in an office under harsh florescent lights. I must escape the workplace. It is a dreadful oppressive concept. America is for the birds. The steak people are sensual and loving, shirtless with bulbous steak mammories and aeriolas peeking out. The fountain pen ink is gravy. One person is filing mashed potatoes into a hanging folder in a filing cabinet. There is an office birthday party happening. This is hell. We must take compliance training. Ver mais