17:42 < fibrosis> one of the cleaners complains, every day, that she has to clean things ... 17:46 < tapir> picturing Garóg sitting at his desk eating a burrito and getting crumbs everywhere 17:46 < tapir> swipes all the crumbs from the desk onto the ground and throws the wrapper on top of it 17:47 < tapir> cleaner complains "well it's your job isn't it, PEASANT? aren't you getting PAID?" 17:48 < spoon> gesturing wildly with his cup of slow drip cold brew coffee 17:49 < tapir> takes the pocket square out and slaps her in the face with it 17:49 < tapir> "mia apologia, señor fibrosis"