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"Look, when I said I'd give you a foot massage, I didn't realize you meant with my tongue! And I didn't know they smelled worse than a skunk's asshole!" you yell, standing up from under the table.

Getting angry, Amelia replies, yelling "Really, boxer bitch? You wanna defy me?"

"Yes, I do! What are you gonna do about it?"

Amelia holds her hand up like she is about to slap you, but she stops herself. She yells out "Mr. Striiiicklaaand!"

In a flash, he is there. "What, Amelia?" he asks angrily. "This better be good, I was working."

"Boxer bi--boxer baby won't listen to me!" she pouts.

"Really, JoAnne?" he says, redirecting his anger to you. "I told you that you were to listen to anything your superiors told you! And Amelia here is your superior! What do you have to say for yourself?" You see Ameila behind him, smiling wickedly.