I worked in McDonaldsfor 5 weeks.
Do I have to say more?
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icezebra *insert large monkey*,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 14:45,
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He just said he worked in McDonald's for 5 weeks.How much more humiliating do you want?
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Cromagnon Don't waste my motherfucking time!,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 14:49,
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I can't go into it*shiver*
oh the shame.
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icezebra *insert large monkey*,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 14:51,
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I had a (very thick) friend who had a McJob and got into minus stars on his badgewhen people purchase kiddie meals they have a boy one and a girl one and you need to give over the appropriate type, a lady with her little child asked for a kiddie meal to which my friend enquiring of the gender asked "wot is it?" and was docked a star he didn't have.
He didn't quit
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Prof UnderCover evitable,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 15:09,
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haI know someone who has worked at maccy d's for 10 yrs employee of year what a loser
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Thu 13 Nov 2003, 23:00,
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I once worked in a Little Chef.that's got to be worse than MacDonalds
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Tue 11 Nov 2003, 13:10,
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when I was 16I worked in a Little Chef. For £2.50 an hour I picked up mashed chips off the floor, got sworn at by inbreds with 28 kids and swept dead earwigs out of the chiller room. And on the hottest day of the year (August Bank Holiday) I found maggots breeding under the milkshake frother thing. I was told to wash them down the sink with boiling water.
Early riser anyone?
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Tue 11 Nov 2003, 15:37,
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Early riser anyone?
I had the fun 9pm-3am shift at a McD's on a major truck route.The truckies were ok, but as you can imagine we also got a lot of drunken wankers - which meant brawls and people passing out. A favourite hobby of many customers was to take the pickles out of burgers and make mosaics on the windows with them, as well as just generally trashing the joint. Not fun to try and control or clean up after. We hid behind the counter hoping we wouldn't get threatened or worse.
The owners were too fucking cheap to have security guards or anything to protect us. Fortunately, we were 'adopted' by a local bikie gang. The leader had a regular corner table where he'd just sit, looking big, hairy and mean (actually, he was lovely) while we fed him free food. He often came to our rescue and saved us from the humiliation of having to clean up after shit, mosaic making customers by making them clean up after themselves. They never argued with him. That was very satisfying to watch.
(The owners were too fucking cheap to have security guards or anything to protect us. Fortunately, we were 'adopted' by a local bikie gang. The leader had a regular corner table where he'd just sit, looking big, hairy and mean (actually, he was lovely) while we fed him free food. He often came to our rescue and saved us from the humiliation of having to clean up after shit, mosaic making customers by making them clean up after themselves. They never argued with him. That was very satisfying to watch.
HairyCanary as Ann B. Davis as Alice,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 23:14,
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! What a nice guy! Wouldn't mind him at my teenage job. In a little Arbys with the worst hygeine possible for a chain resteraunt. The boss was a jerk, and we (for less than minimum wage, see farther down) scraped shit, ( yes, meant literally) mustard, unmentionable mess, and even dried blood off the floor, tables, seats, windows, even off the grill. A woman with like 2 snivveling brats came EVERY SINGLE FREAKING DAY and always ordered QUOTE" a hammyburger for wittle Susana and a big fries for Dracole" and when the staff refused to refer to it as a "hammyburger", or never went " Oh, what a gorgeous blonde princess that is! Oh, look at the handsome prince, Dracole!" she would swear like a sailor, colorfully and loudly. Finally after 2 years, the place was shut down because they were paying us 3 times less than minimum wage. I only stayed that long because they had me on contract. !!!
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Wed 12 Nov 2003, 22:22,
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Oh god, I hated working in McDonalds. (Worked for 6 months there!)One particularly lovely moment was when I got the compactor, stuffed it with some bags. And the compactor basically squishes down the rubbish so it's much smaller and easier to dispose of. Well, this case the guard on it broke, popped a cup of coke. Causing coke and hamburger jizz to spray all over the room. Lovely Jubbily!
Getting slagged off by customers was another favourite.
The smell made the girlfriend REALLY horny*
Oh yes, and you actually see how they cook the burgers!
Couldn't wait to get out of there. Horray studentism! And working in Tescos. Look out for Stu the Deli boy! :)
*not really
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Mon 10 Nov 2003, 14:59,
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Getting slagged off by customers was another favourite.
The smell made the girlfriend REALLY horny*
Oh yes, and you actually see how they cook the burgers!
Couldn't wait to get out of there. Horray studentism! And working in Tescos. Look out for Stu the Deli boy! :)
*not really
Say no morethank you for your honesty, consider your sins purged.
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Mon 10 Nov 2003, 17:24,
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MAC DONALDSI worked on McD for 4 weeks :)
At the end of my final day i started ordered fake meals from the kitchen; like "QP without meat and bread" and "BigMac flurry with ice" :)
I also asked customers if they would like pee ("kiss" in swedish which sound like "is" which is the swedish word for ice) in their coke. If they said something like "What did you say?" I articulated the right question just to make them feel dumb.
That was a pretty good time. :)
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Mon 10 Nov 2003, 22:42,
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At the end of my final day i started ordered fake meals from the kitchen; like "QP without meat and bread" and "BigMac flurry with ice" :)
I also asked customers if they would like pee ("kiss" in swedish which sound like "is" which is the swedish word for ice) in their coke. If they said something like "What did you say?" I articulated the right question just to make them feel dumb.
That was a pretty good time. :)
Old MacdonaldsChrist on a bike. I worked at the golden arches for 3 and a half years during holidays and weekends, about 10 years ago..
Yes I hated it.
I never got a star, as I refused to take a test to prove my knowledge of the temperature of boiling fat.
For a 3 week period I was 'in charge of the fries' I stank of fries, morning noon and night, and was greasy as all hell. I begged to do another job after 2 nights of nightmares being chased by giant yellow fries.
I was given childrens parties - a pretty good job, as you are away from the cooking (hot dangerous stuff). However there is nothing worse than 8yr old boys birthday parties. This one little shit kept coming up and stamping on my feet "You have to do exactly what I say!" and punching me.
A little later, when I was bringing a tray full of drinks, he ran over and punched me in the nuts.
'Unfortnately' this resulted in me dropping all the drinks on the little bastard - cola, milkshake, orange juice. I wasn't asked to do them after that.
There are many more stories I could give, but I am a little uncertain of libel laws, and no, I haven't eaten their food since my third day there.
(Yes I hated it.
I never got a star, as I refused to take a test to prove my knowledge of the temperature of boiling fat.
For a 3 week period I was 'in charge of the fries' I stank of fries, morning noon and night, and was greasy as all hell. I begged to do another job after 2 nights of nightmares being chased by giant yellow fries.
I was given childrens parties - a pretty good job, as you are away from the cooking (hot dangerous stuff). However there is nothing worse than 8yr old boys birthday parties. This one little shit kept coming up and stamping on my feet "You have to do exactly what I say!" and punching me.
A little later, when I was bringing a tray full of drinks, he ran over and punched me in the nuts.
'Unfortnately' this resulted in me dropping all the drinks on the little bastard - cola, milkshake, orange juice. I wasn't asked to do them after that.
There are many more stories I could give, but I am a little uncertain of libel laws, and no, I haven't eaten their food since my third day there.
Geej,
Tue 11 Nov 2003, 9:59,
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I worked in Burger King for a year when I was 16My friend and I used to turn up for our evening shifts pretty drunk. We once couldn't be bothered to mop the floor properly at the end of an evening, so we made up an extra strong solution of Flash and poured it over the floor. It had to be cleaned again the following morning (not by us I hasten to add).
My friend also accidently put mayonnaise in the shake machine, so customers were served strawberry and chocolate flavour mayonnaise. We only had one complaint though...
And I got a written warning for telling someone to go to MacDonalds if they wanted a banana milskshake.
It was like letting the fucking Chuckle Brothers loose in Burger King.
(My friend also accidently put mayonnaise in the shake machine, so customers were served strawberry and chocolate flavour mayonnaise. We only had one complaint though...
And I got a written warning for telling someone to go to MacDonalds if they wanted a banana milskshake.
It was like letting the fucking Chuckle Brothers loose in Burger King.
thorpe www.voodootrombonequartet.com,
Tue 11 Nov 2003, 13:23,
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"in charge of the fries"shirley, a better title would be-
lord of the fries
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manolith hooray for me,
Tue 11 Nov 2003, 14:49,
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'Lord of the Fries''Good one centurion,
Although the still present scars up and down my arms and legs from splashed boiling fat don't make it quite so funny.
Oh and the joy of playing with fat.
It comes wrapped in plastic, but in a cardboard box. So you have a big lump of solid fat to play with... A total bastard to clear up.
Oh the smell, just thinking of it make me want to gag..
(Although the still present scars up and down my arms and legs from splashed boiling fat don't make it quite so funny.
Oh and the joy of playing with fat.
It comes wrapped in plastic, but in a cardboard box. So you have a big lump of solid fat to play with... A total bastard to clear up.
Oh the smell, just thinking of it make me want to gag..
Geej,
Tue 11 Nov 2003, 17:12,
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Scarred for lifeI have a Macca's scar that looks like the 'greater than or equal to' sign.
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Thu 13 Nov 2003, 9:48,
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I couldn't even get into McDonald's.First job interview and all that, I felt completely destroyed for weeks that I wasn't good enough to flip burgers. Then I remembered that I'm a lazy sod and didn't like working anyway.
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Tue 11 Nov 2003, 15:15,
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my brother isn't good enough to buy food from mc donaldshe's banned from all of them in our area for driving dangerously* around their car parks in his sporty car...
* i think they were jealous cos his donuts were better than theirs
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Tue 11 Nov 2003, 21:32,
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* i think they were jealous cos his donuts were better than theirs
I've never met himbut just from your description there, I can tell without a shadow of a doubt that your brother is a fucking twat.
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Lumpbucket tekcubpmuL,
Wed 12 Nov 2003, 13:11,
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A Twat IndeedWe get the same sort of white-tracksuited, cap wearing dildos at our local drive though in Braintree. Spinning around the car park in their pathetic, poorly 'modified' Vauxhall Novas mouthing off the, undeserving, staff.
Fucking wankers.
You should kick your brother in the nuts.
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Wed 12 Nov 2003, 13:48,
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Fucking wankers.
You should kick your brother in the nuts.
Did you say "Braintree", Gurnox?I'm from there... had a pretty crap job at a food additives place on the Springfield Industrial Estate. Job basically consisted of tipping big bags of stuff into a hopper that fed a conveyor belt, which then fed into another bag. Four girls picked "high quality" bits out of the stuff on the belt, I then had to re-package the stuff at the far end and load it onto a pallet. Ah, deep joy. Also, whenever we had a delivery of Guar Gum I had to help unload the container. Hot, dirty, hard work, and at the end of it you were covered from head to foot in Guar Gum dust, which was sticky yet at the same time slimy. And difficult to clean off. And did I mention slimy? And what the fuck IS Guar Gum, anyway?
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Wed 12 Nov 2003, 14:16,
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Hell on EarthYes, I am one of the residents of the thriving metropolis that is Braintree. That job sounds distressing.
Have had a few real stinkers. I suppose the worst was at a well known insurance company.
My day consisted of reading the same questions out over the phone hour after hour day in day out never knowing if you are being listened in on by some Hitleresque 'team' leader. To call the job monotonous would be an understatement.
The only good thing about it was the anonymnity of working with about 500 other people. I'd regularly turn up pissed out of my mind and, on one memorable occaision, after dropping 3 tabs of very strong acid. I was found, luckily by a like minded soul, on my knees deep in conversation with the coffee machine. Couldn't stop laughing at one man who was genuinely called Father Ted. Oh, and then someone called with the name 'Kok Chewa'. I was in tears of laughter, babbling incoherent gibberish at two people who wanted nothing more than an insurance quote. To this day I have no idea how I got away with it.
Used to steal other peoples logins and attach comments to customer files such as 'NO QUOTE - Customers' house is built entirely from Terrapins' and 'Customer is really a woman. Is angered if you don't call him 'Hilary'.
Hated my 99% of my colleagues to the extent that I kept a framed picture of Charles Manson on my desk to try and keep them away and spent quiet moments firing paper-clips at them with a rubber band. Had to stop when, on one occaision, I drew blood. At least it stopped the grumpy bitch talking to me.
Last day was fun though. Had drunk 7 pints before I'd even got in (PM shift) and proceeded to work my way through two bottles of wine and a 6 pack I'd hidden in my desk the day before. The first, and last, time I've ever had to be carried out of a job. Customers couldn't understand a word I was saying on the phone due to my slurred speach. Just as well as I was mainly swearing at them by that point. Well, when I wasn't just automatically cutting them off to see how fast I could make the number of calls holding go down....
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Wed 12 Nov 2003, 14:40,
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Have had a few real stinkers. I suppose the worst was at a well known insurance company.
My day consisted of reading the same questions out over the phone hour after hour day in day out never knowing if you are being listened in on by some Hitleresque 'team' leader. To call the job monotonous would be an understatement.
The only good thing about it was the anonymnity of working with about 500 other people. I'd regularly turn up pissed out of my mind and, on one memorable occaision, after dropping 3 tabs of very strong acid. I was found, luckily by a like minded soul, on my knees deep in conversation with the coffee machine. Couldn't stop laughing at one man who was genuinely called Father Ted. Oh, and then someone called with the name 'Kok Chewa'. I was in tears of laughter, babbling incoherent gibberish at two people who wanted nothing more than an insurance quote. To this day I have no idea how I got away with it.
Used to steal other peoples logins and attach comments to customer files such as 'NO QUOTE - Customers' house is built entirely from Terrapins' and 'Customer is really a woman. Is angered if you don't call him 'Hilary'.
Hated my 99% of my colleagues to the extent that I kept a framed picture of Charles Manson on my desk to try and keep them away and spent quiet moments firing paper-clips at them with a rubber band. Had to stop when, on one occaision, I drew blood. At least it stopped the grumpy bitch talking to me.
Last day was fun though. Had drunk 7 pints before I'd even got in (PM shift) and proceeded to work my way through two bottles of wine and a 6 pack I'd hidden in my desk the day before. The first, and last, time I've ever had to be carried out of a job. Customers couldn't understand a word I was saying on the phone due to my slurred speach. Just as well as I was mainly swearing at them by that point. Well, when I wasn't just automatically cutting them off to see how fast I could make the number of calls holding go down....
Yousound like a complete tosspot to me, so probably the 99% of your colleagues you didn't like had a similar opinion- - - - - - -
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Thu 13 Nov 2003, 0:46,
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Problem isif you give an ape a uniform, they're giong to pull rank!
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Fri 14 Nov 2003, 4:06,
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AnywayBesides, they had never, from day one of me getting there, given me any illusions as to what they thought of me. Aside from those I did not want to spear with paperclips, who were a lovely bunch, they were the biggest bunch of back-biting, untrustworthy, two-faced, stupid people I have come across in my life. Can't believe the crap I used to take from them on a daily, enough to make life a living hell, basis. And these were just the staff. The managers were a whole different kettle of fish entirely.
Tosspot? Probably. Self defence and revenge? Certainly...
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Thu 13 Nov 2003, 14:47,
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Tosspot? Probably. Self defence and revenge? Certainly...
Also worked on the Broomfield Estate one summerTesting suppressors. Basically this involved connecting two leads to two crocodile clips, checking the reading you got and making sure it was within limits. Again and again. And again. All day, every day... Although to be fair, sometimes you got to try your hand at a different job for a couple of hours - such as soldering (sitting over a hot pot of molten solder - mmm, nice fumes) or high voltage testing (50,000 volts, to be precise - never have I listened more carefully when the boss told me "and whatever you do, don't touch that wire!")... ho hum, things we do for money, eh?
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Thu 13 Nov 2003, 12:22,
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MonotonyYes, the dull jobs are the worst aren't they? Followed closely by the jobs that turn you into a complete bastard.
Worked for a company that sold 'charity' advertising on behalf of some major charities. A hideous place that expected you to sing the company song and would generally try to brainwash you into 'being positive' before sticking you on the phone to rip money out of people. The worst thing about it was finding out that, from the hundreds of thousands (literally) of pounds this company generated, all the charities got was a crappy magasine produced for them chock full of adverts.
Lived in daily fear of walking out of work and having a TV camera shoved in my face and some Littlejohn type bloke asking me 'why I was doing it'.
After I'd left, a national paper ran an expose on the whole charity advertising scam naming one of my ex-colleagues. Couldn't have happened to a greedier, nastier, more stupid waste of flesh either.
Mind you, at least I didn't have voltage to worry about :-)
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Thu 13 Nov 2003, 12:33,
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Worked for a company that sold 'charity' advertising on behalf of some major charities. A hideous place that expected you to sing the company song and would generally try to brainwash you into 'being positive' before sticking you on the phone to rip money out of people. The worst thing about it was finding out that, from the hundreds of thousands (literally) of pounds this company generated, all the charities got was a crappy magasine produced for them chock full of adverts.
Lived in daily fear of walking out of work and having a TV camera shoved in my face and some Littlejohn type bloke asking me 'why I was doing it'.
After I'd left, a national paper ran an expose on the whole charity advertising scam naming one of my ex-colleagues. Couldn't have happened to a greedier, nastier, more stupid waste of flesh either.
Mind you, at least I didn't have voltage to worry about :-)
Sounds like... A pretty average day in a traditional British Call Centre to me...
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Mon 17 Nov 2003, 11:52,
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Call Center HellYou've got it. Another good boredom reliever is the 'see how long you can keep people on hold while you get a coffee, go for a piss, sit staring into the middle distance e.t.c.' game.
Twenty-five minutes was my record. The customer didn't even get angry. Shame.
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Mon 17 Nov 2003, 12:51,
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Twenty-five minutes was my record. The customer didn't even get angry. Shame.
6 months hard labourI did a 6 month stretch in McD when I was 18, after 3 months I was 'promoted' to being a 'night-closer', i.e. 11pm to 7am spent in a team of four cleaning up.
Our team leader was a really nice black guy called Pete who was used to night work being an ex-burglar. We used to piss about a lot, having power hose water fights etc. but always managed to get the work done by 7am when the manager turned up.
One night we spent from 12.00 to 5am playing cards in the staffroom then went mad trying to finish in time. We failed.
7am Roger the manager turns up, "Hey man, how come you're not finished?" he asked Pete.
"We just couldn't get it together" he answered.
"OK, that's cool"
I don't know, if I'd tried it, I'd have out on my ear!
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Tue 11 Nov 2003, 15:28,
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Our team leader was a really nice black guy called Pete who was used to night work being an ex-burglar. We used to piss about a lot, having power hose water fights etc. but always managed to get the work done by 7am when the manager turned up.
One night we spent from 12.00 to 5am playing cards in the staffroom then went mad trying to finish in time. We failed.
7am Roger the manager turns up, "Hey man, how come you're not finished?" he asked Pete.
"We just couldn't get it together" he answered.
"OK, that's cool"
I don't know, if I'd tried it, I'd have out on my ear!
I never thought it would get any worse...I worked at a McDonalds for an entire year. Needless to say, I am now a vegetarian. But that wasnt the worst job... I now work at a tiny pet store. I clean dog shit for under minimum wage. I have to take care of sick and dirty puppies AND sick and dirty customers. You dont really get much worse than that. Once, I had to give a chihuahua CPR. No joking. And have you ever had a puppy die in your lap? All the internal organs shut down, and this awful-smelling body fluid pours out of every orifice in its little body. Yes, worst job ever.... been there for 3 years! Im a sick little bugger, hmm?
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