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You randomly begin to hum a middle C before pushing your seat back away from the wooden desk.  The plastic wheels make a faint whirling noise as they roll to a final stop mere inches from the door.  Your arms flail wildly as you step back and forth rythmically to the imaginary beat. As your voice goes through the range of the various notes you make up on the spot you glance up locking an almost cocky gaze with Mr. Smothers who cocks an eyebrow up with a confused look on his face. "I bet he likes it" you think to your self as you finish the last note falling to your knees and raising your arms in a Jazz hands motion.

Mr. Smothers stares at you for a moment, his eye brow still cocked and his eyes staring blankly at you.   For a moment it seems as though he is going to say something only for him to shut his mouth again.  Then finally, after another long  moment of silence, he claps his hands as a broad grin begins to spread from ear to ear. "That was well put Mr. Blodgett, I like the way you think."

Do you...?

Brush your hand through your hair...

Ask for a raise....

Start another musical...