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My Dopamine Receptors Are Fried
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So this just happened today and it still annoys me that people don't understand this. I was my station, processing girls for slaughter, (I slit their throats after having some oral pleasure with them) when there was a commotion in the line. Two girls, a rich girl and a goth, complained to one of my colleagues that they were meant for the spitroast, not food.
Passing my job onto someone else, I have a higher rank in the company than others, I approached to see what was wrong. It turns out, the rich girl had implants in her breasts, ass and lips while the goth girl was covered in tattoos. All of these factors affect the quality of the meat. The worst part? They weren't declared on their meat IDs to have them removed beforehand.
These girls went from A-grade spit bunnies to grade F-dog food and weren't happy about it. But I could do nothing about it, as removing what they had takes time, so I explained it.
"I was graded A," the rich girl replies. "A! Do you understand little man? A! I want to speak to a manager now!"
"I am the manager," I lie, as my manager was out and I'm normally the one in charge when he leaves. "And there is nothing I can do,"
She, obviously, didn't like that, but I didn't care. I had a job to do and had told one of my colleagues to grab a muscle relaxant earlier and inject it into her. She collapsed like a bag of potatoes. She still screamed, but the goth girl looked resigned and decided to follow my orders at that point.
Both were tossed into a chipper and turned into dog food.
So please, when you go to get slaughtered, please make sure that you have all tattoos and implants removed or inform reception. We'll remove them for free before you get butchered. Otherwise, you are going to end up as dog food and no one wants that
Passing my job onto someone else, I have a higher rank in the company than others, I approached to see what was wrong. It turns out, the rich girl had implants in her breasts, ass and lips while the goth girl was covered in tattoos. All of these factors affect the quality of the meat. The worst part? They weren't declared on their meat IDs to have them removed beforehand.
These girls went from A-grade spit bunnies to grade F-dog food and weren't happy about it. But I could do nothing about it, as removing what they had takes time, so I explained it.
"I was graded A," the rich girl replies. "A! Do you understand little man? A! I want to speak to a manager now!"
"I am the manager," I lie, as my manager was out and I'm normally the one in charge when he leaves. "And there is nothing I can do,"
She, obviously, didn't like that, but I didn't care. I had a job to do and had told one of my colleagues to grab a muscle relaxant earlier and inject it into her. She collapsed like a bag of potatoes. She still screamed, but the goth girl looked resigned and decided to follow my orders at that point.
Both were tossed into a chipper and turned into dog food.
So please, when you go to get slaughtered, please make sure that you have all tattoos and implants removed or inform reception. We'll remove them for free before you get butchered. Otherwise, you are going to end up as dog food and no one wants that
