ketchup is for winners, ted!

he’s five feet tall. he’s an unethical loan shark. he’s a rogue do-gooder. he’s got sick yakuza back tats (probably). he’s a weird little freak. he runs a crime syndicate that seemingly doesn’t do any actual crime. he’s got so much drip it’s criminal. he’s a tumblr sexyman. his best friends are an old-timey henchman and his enormous scary pet worm. he has kendrick-vs-drake-level beef with some rich lady. I didn’t say a name, but he popped into your head, didn’t he?

lumon's department sizes are so funny. "how many people do we need to refine some super important data?" uhhhh four i guess. at most. "what about the company marching band?" fuck ur so right. we need a company marching band with like fifty people. this is of prime importance to the lumon mission.

milchick brought to tears when mark is just. super real with him for a second. it’s just work. it’s just life. what about balance? what has milchick sacrificed for a balance that lumon’s version of whiteness defined. your words are needlessly complex. your self is needlessly complex. it’s just work. it’s just work. it’s just work. i think he should get to hit drummond with a rock