My problem is you, Smellis.
Ben told you to finish the website, and if you don’t do it, I swear to God I’m going to murder you in your sleep. I know where you live – fourteenth street, right? (Getting quieter and quieter) I’m going to get a melon baller and scoop your eyes out and eat them and your Congressman uncle is going to have to buy you a dog to drag your eyeless face around. Do you understand me? (Slowly kisses him on the nose, then slaps him.) Do it.Â
April, Parks and Recreation
MRW my micromanaging pseudo GM told me that I should do what he says instead of what my actual boss tells me to do.















