You walk to the cloak room for a much needed rest. It has been 3 googlabbels and you still have not figured out the appropriate time to resort to violence. People can be so frustrating!
As you whimsically flip through a photo album of your home on Pito57, you wonder how life will be as a mailman. Are dogs really such a threat? Will you bring a smile to their disgusting human-faces as you deliver a much anticipated gift? Or will they collapse in terror as you deliver terrible news, like court summons? The thought makes you cackle with glee.
"Gork Zel, please come to the office." Your name gets called over the loud speaker.
Is this it? Has the day finally arrived? Earth will not know what hit it.
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