The Journey To HR, Part 99!

We groaned for a bit longer as we continued looking at the small, smiling face.

“Is that a live garden gnome?” I asked, knowing fully well it was not.

“You would think with that pointy hat,” said the HR lady also knowing fully well it was not.

What we knew it was continued smiling as it walked from behind the desk.

“Hi everybody!” it said before taking off its pointy hat and performing a deep bow.

“Hello, Bob,” we answered.

We then sighed.

“Are ya excited to see me? Are ya? You guys talking about me, wishing I was here? Were ya? Huh? HUH?”

Bob chittered and than performed a rather obscene dance.

“Where’s the body? Where’s the body parts?” I asked as he continued chittering and obscenely dancing.

He stopped what he was doing, reached into his pockets and pulled out handfuls of goo.

“You mean this? I cleaned up the mess, yes indeedy I did! Just a little bit of spit and vomit and now it fits neatly in my tiny, tiny pockets. Yep, cleaned it up I did, hee hee!”

He jammed the goo back into his pockets and continued with his dancing.

Suddenly he stopped.

He reached into another one of his tiny pockets and pulled out a couple of tiny bells.

He attached them to the end of his pointy shoes and continued with the dance.

For such tiny bells, they were quite loud.

While he danced, he pointed at the bells as he looked up at us with that stupid smile plastered on his face.

“LIKE MY BELLS?” he screeched.

The HR lady shook her head.

“Enough of this BULLshit!” she said.

Bob gasped.

“BAD, BAD LANGUAGE!” he screeched in quite the high octave.

He didn’t see the kick coming.

“AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” he screeched even higher than before as he flew across the room and smacked against the far wall.

And there he stuck, somehow.

“Let’s get down to business,” said the HR lady as she walked over to her desk.