You are now missing half an ass

You open the door to Jesse's office and step outside. he he begins barking, trailing you as you make your way to the production room floor. "And if you EVER even THINK of fucking doing something like that again, you'd better check your fucking PLACE beforehand if you value your FUCKING JOB!!" Jesse hollers so the whole floor can hear him scream.

"Now get your ass to the press, on the god-damn double, or so help me I will make you WISH I fired you. TEN.. NINE... EIGHT.." As Jesse begins counting you begin to haul ass to the hydraulic press. You don't move at top speed but you walk with a purpose and get to the press station with must be a half second to spare. Thankfully Jesse seemed to slow his counting as you move around some of the more dangerous equipment. "Good job being safe down there kid." Jesse yells. "Safety first on my floor, paramount and always. The rest of you assholes, work harder!"

The sound of increased production hammers throughout the plant. Nobody says a word above a quiet murmur, wondering what the hell happened to you in that office. With a shrill of the whistle, production comes to a stop and you follow the other workers to the lunch room. Jesse is there looking at each exhausted worker as they silently file by. When you get close, Jesse stops you. "Boss's office. After lunch." You nod and head in to eat only to realize that in your anger this morning you forgot to pack your lunch.

You make a mental note to tell Bianca you want a packed lunch every day ready to go before you leave in the morning. For now you step outside the plant and relegate yourself to the greasy smell of the nearby gut truck. The line is already huge and you nearly have no chance to shovel the food into your mouth before the horn is blown, signalling everyone to get back to their stations. You wipe your mouth and head inside, making your way to Wayne's office.