Bring the Beat In

Hey. If you’re going to formal-name me, at least do it the right way. It’s Huntamillion. Huntamillion Huntollowmew. Jr. Honestly. It’s like you don’t know me at all.

That’s.. really terrible. Sprinkles, too? Damn. Make sure that man knows just how much his idiocy is costing you. And also be sure he’s aware that a whole bunch of nerds in the 10th floor breakroom of IBM are getting a kick out of his sexual misadventures right now.

I hope you’re not bound by HIPAA. 

That name has some incredible bravado to it - not really convinced that you’ve quite grown into a name like that yet. You’ve now been demoted to Hunterella. The tiara is pending.  

Not just any sprinkles....Rainbow sprinkles. It’s a travesty. I’m outraged. I’m demanding he buy me a sundae after this. Extra everything. 

If I am then I’m taking you down with me. Along with all the other 10th floor nerds. 

So that’s time-and-a-half at least, right?

On the upside, now you have plenty of blackmail material. And you know his physical weakness for when the pain and humiliation of today ultimately turns him into a super villain.

This is serious, Hunthollomew. I was on my way to get a milkshake when I was called in. There were going to be sprinkles. And extra whip. Now I have nothing.