Sean's been running about the offices here at Dragon's Cache Studios all morning carrying on in a most disturbing manner. With all his various disruptions, it has become impossible for me to get anything done. Not even the smallest bit of paperwork. Much more of this and I will gladly bring it to Darla's attention, and let the chips fall where they may. He keeps yelling, over and over as if we didn't hear him all the other hundreds of times:
"I'm gonna snipe your ****ing carrot nose off, you ****ing snowfreak!"
Also, something about corn cob pipes. I must say that this sad little fellow needs a tad bit of psychological tweaking. Or perhaps a complete mental overhaul. He appears to have taken complete leave of his senses. And I'm sure they (his senses) are quite relieved to be free of him. I know I would be.
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