What part of this looks fun to you?! Someone tried to drown me!
[ SPARE HIS OVERDRAMATIC ASS THE MELODRAMA.
They're sure kicking back and living the dream now, though. Under the scintillation of fluorescent lights and aggregate mortification, he's about had it with getting dunked into the pool the minute he lowered his guard as if he has to constantly hype himself up on adrenaline and human anger just to get through the shift, much less the day. He can't handle this many weirdos collecting under one clustered radius. It's unreasonable to expect anyone to retain their sanity every time patrons leave their underwear in the pool, toss trash for the sole purpose of clogging up the drains, legitimately peeing in the water — it's high time he went to CERES Headquarters and demanded to speak at length with the big cheese himself.
But on topics completely unrelated to dairy products and corporeal embarrassment, his eyes get a bit swimmy when he appraises Oz's attire, which does considerably deflate his anger (transmogrifying it into plain bewilderment around the 5-second mark). ]
Why are you in your undergarments? We're not here to relax! You're supposed to be doing your job!
[ SPOKEN LIKE HE'S ACTUALLY DOING HIS JOB, the schmuck. ]
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[ SPARE HIS OVERDRAMATIC ASS THE MELODRAMA.
They're sure kicking back and living the dream now, though. Under the scintillation of fluorescent lights and aggregate mortification, he's about had it with getting dunked into the pool the minute he lowered his guard as if he has to constantly hype himself up on adrenaline and human anger just to get through the shift, much less the day. He can't handle this many weirdos collecting under one clustered radius. It's unreasonable to expect anyone to retain their sanity every time patrons leave their underwear in the pool, toss trash for the sole purpose of clogging up the drains, legitimately peeing in the water — it's high time he went to CERES Headquarters and demanded to speak at length with the big cheese himself.
But on topics completely unrelated to dairy products and corporeal embarrassment, his eyes get a bit swimmy when he appraises Oz's attire, which does considerably deflate his anger (transmogrifying it into plain bewilderment around the 5-second mark). ]
Why are you in your undergarments? We're not here to relax! You're supposed to be doing your job!
[ SPOKEN LIKE HE'S ACTUALLY DOING HIS JOB, the schmuck. ]