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“Fire snake pits, contract renewal, fire snake pits, fire snake pits, join the harem...”

KABOOM!

“...Fire snake pits, fire snake pits, fire snake pits, join the...never mind...fire snake pits.”

CRAAAAAASH!!!!

“My apologies Sir! I couldn’t stop...!”

To be fair to Mr. Penguin’s 45897th secretary, nobody could. The little Goddess, turned show host turned into a veritably hurricane as she burst into the office.

“Garden fountain ornament.”

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Mister Penguin calmly looked up from his documents to the fury in front of him. “You left your season.”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION!”, Ora roared.

“Which commercials did you put on?”

“WHO CARES ABOUT THAAAAAT?”

For a brief moment the air in the office seemed to distort.

“You vacated your position as host...without putting on a block of commercials?”

“SHUT UP!” Ora slammed her transformation cards on Mr. Penguin’s desk. “WHAT ARE THOOOOOOOOOSE?”

Mr. Penguin did something he hasn’t done in 5000 years.

He took a very deep breath.

“These are Contestant’s de Sade’s transfor…”

“NO THEY AREN’T, YOU ARROGANT AVIANT! I HAD DIFFERENT ONES!”

“I am aware. Your choices were overruled.”

Ora widened her eyes so far, one would fear her eyeballs were about to pop out of her sockets.

“Contestant de Sade is special”, the penguin explained calmly. “Which you would have been aware of if you did your due diligence.”

No words could suffice to accurately encapsulate the fury Ora currently felt.

This branch office was outfitted with ten state of the art Hellcraft magic suppression circles.

Which is why the people of New York merely fainted in an event that would go done in history as the great collapse of ‘08.

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“I am not at liberty to divulge that. Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

"YOU TACKY TROGLODYTE! I MADE IT VERY CLEAR THAT I WON'T TOLERATE ANY MEDDLING WITH MY SHOW!"

“That is not what our contract stipulates. Which you would have been aware of it you read the contract.”

“YOU DARED TO TRICK ME? MEEEEEEE???????? DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE DEALING WITH YOU MISERABLE SEMI-AQUATIC FLIGHTLESS SEA-BIRD?”

“Yes.”

Ora reached nuclear meltdown levels of rage. The fabric of time and space itself began to distort as a small droplet of her actual form leaked out. The Universe was seconds from reformatting.

And then she cooled down.

“I don’t have time for this”, the little host muttered. “I have a super perfect genius amazing show to run and I will not have that ruined because of some incompetent imbecile’s irresponsible interference!”

“Then go back.”

“I will”, Ora nodded slowly, before shooting Mr. Penguin one final parting glare.. “But let me make this very, very, very clear to you: Next time you get in my way, I feed you to my pet space whale!”

And just like that the little host disappeared in a raging storm, leaving Mr. Penguin alone in his office.

Mr. Penguin glanced at his petrified secretary.

Good personnel is so hard to come by these days.