Wanted

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A THOUSAND YEARS AGO...

A CLAN OF WEAVERS HAS ESTABLISHED A SECRET ORDER

THEY SILENTLY CARRIED OUT EXECUTIONS

TO RESTORE ORDER TO A WORLD ON THE BRINK OF CHAOS

THEY CALLED THEMSELVES THE FRATERNITY.

SIX WEEKS AGO...

Happy birthday, dear Janice!

My anorexic boss is birthday.

This is a birthday of my boss Janice.

Suffering from anorexia.

All coworkers should stay around the table, eat different sh*t

and demonstrate that they adore her.

Smiling on this holiday is the hardest work

I have to do for the whole day.

This fun irritates me.

My job tyre was account manager.

I've used to be called an account service representative.

But the consulter called us so because we needed to manage our clients

and not service them.

Keeping my need on manage, nor service.

That's my best friend Barry, f***ing her on an IKEA kitchen table

I picked up for a really good price.

Ain't trying to get hard to care about anything these days.

In fact, the only thing I do care about is

the fact that I can't care about anything.

Seriously, where is me?

My name is Wesley Gibson.

My dad worked out my mom when I was seven days old.

Sometimes I wonder if he ever looked in my baby blue eyes and ask himself:

Did I just father the most insignificant a**hole of the 21st century?

Do we get a consignment... Do you have the numbers of front paper?

Relax. I your name will come up you'll be dead already.

We had some unexpected losses recently.

We'd like to know.

Where our competitor is getting his ammunition.

It's clean.

Meaning?

No one leaves the fraternity, Cross.

I have a new prospective on a fraternity.

Careful. You don't destroying something has been around for a 1000 years.

It's already destroyed.

He broke the code.

I have to stop this.

Really?

You know this.

So why you don't face me yourself?

Never send a sheep to kill a wolf.

They were just a decoys.

Good bye, Mister X.

Never send a sheep to kill a wolf.

They were just a decoys.

Wesley!

What is it?

What do you mean what is it?

Listen!

How am I supposed to sleep by that f***ing rocket?

When we'll gonna move so we don't have to wake up at that sh*t?

I gotta like it.

I helps to drain out the sound of your annoying f***ing voice.

Now please let me sleep.

Have you ever thought about our talk?

Yeah.

Which one?

Perfect.

That's perfect.

Feed Annabelle.

Oh my f***ing god!

I hope that's not my billing report sitting on your desk.

Holly sh*t on and after it is.

I want that report on my desk in one hour.

Okay everybody. We're all delayed for a hour.

Weren't you something sad?

I need an ergonomic keyboard to keep my repetative stress injury in check.

Just a fact that I repeat something and after

that causes me - stresses f***ing sad.

Nice job dude.

Have you seen Barry?

He'd go to the dantist. Again.

Yes! Ah! Ah!

Do you think, are there any morning after pill here?

Yeah, what? Crushed it in her omelet and "hey baby, bite a some bit".

Oh, god!

I lost my wallet somewhere.

All this together?

No... no...

Yes.

He is the man.

Which is it?

Oh, plus this.

$20.42

Watermelon.

Chicks dig it.

Thanks.

See you next time.

Have a good time.

Love these energy drinks, man.

My mom said kind of energy drink cleans.

One for breakfast, then two or three for a lunch...

I am the man.

Yeah, right, Barry, I am the man.

By the fact, I'm so much the man I have a standing perscription

from medication to control my exaltity attacks.

God, I wish to add something else to release my stress!

Hello, Wesley!

You know, there are people. Beatiful people.

You just wish they could see you in a different set or get to different place.

Instead of where you're are, what you've become.

Nicole is so hot!

What?

Boom thousand time laid!

But most of you wish you weren't such a p*ssy

for wishing for things that are never change.

Good god of mine!

You're over here like in spring f***ing breaking

and I still don't have that f***ing billing report.

Why would you to keep you around, Wesley?

I'll get done, Janice.

Oh, I've never heard that before.

I'll get it done

I'll get in done, Janice.

I am sorry!

F*** that sorry, I don't need that sorry, I've hired you to get things done.

You know what the best thing is about the end of a day?

Tomorrow it starts all over again.

CHECK ACCOUN:

OTHER:

THIS TRANSACTION CANNOT BE PROCESSED

PLEASE ENTER WITHDRAWAL AMOUNT ROUND TO $20.0 MAX: $500

THIS TRANSACTION CANNOT BE PROCESSED

UNSUFFICIENT FUNDS YOU'RE AN A**HOLE

YOU'RE BROKE.

YOUR BEST FRIEND IS F***ING

YOUR GIRLFRIEND.

YOU KNOW IT.

YOU ARE TOO BIG A P*SSY.

DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.

CORREC INCORREC:

Hi.

I am sorry?

You apologize too much.

Sorry about that.

I knew your father.

My father left me while I was born, so...

Your father died yesterday on the roof top of the Metropolitan building.

Sorry.

Look, the liquor rounds just over there, so ...

Your father was one of the great assassins who ever lived.

The man who killed him is behind you.

DON'T MISS

LAST CHANCE:

THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING AT THE EGG STORE

Sorry.

Oh, Oh my god! Oh my god! What the f*** is that?

Sh*t!

Please drive faster!

Please be quiet.

Please drive faster!

Quiet.

Please, understand, I care about my life!

I don't know what the f*** you've did to piss this guy off,

but can you let me out and call the cops?

Ah!

What are you doing?

Sh*t!

I think we lost him.

I think we lost him. Please let me

out on the next corner please.

Oh! Wow!

Sh*t!

Oh, sh*t.

He is right there!

Look I'm just an accounter, accounter.

This f***ing persistive, you know?

What the f***?

Get catch his ass!

You gotta shoot them!

What are you doing? Why are you shooted that car for?

Are you crazy?

Get the wheel.

Oh, sh*t! Where you go?

You, get... Get back right here!

Right?

What?

Under the sheet!

Keep!

No!

No!

Look out! Look out!

Oh my god! Sheet!

I am sorry!

Shoot the wheels!

F***.

Sh*t!

Hello!

I have... I haven't any money more.

I thought he'd be taller.

Taller?

Sir... sir, I've been try to explain that lady here I'm an accounter...

I'm income service representative, I'm an account manager... and... and..

I'm sure that if you would call my boss Janice she'd whatever...

If something will go wrong you can cut letter by email... she...

Shoot the wings off the flies.

I don't know what that means.

Shoot the wings off the flies.

I really think you have me mixed up with somebody else...

On thirdy. Either you should or I do.

One.

Okay.

Two.

I can't even see them!

Three.

It's impossible.

A lot of things were impossible for you today.

Your experience vice was not a panic attach.

Your heart was beat in excess of 400 beats per minute.

Sending abundant amounts of adrenaline into your blood stream.

This allows you to see and react faster than normal.

Only a few people in the world can do that.

Your father could do it.

And you can do it.

With a little work you will find how to control these attacks.

Get away from me.

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