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Got the boot again. Go me.

... wait, even you got fired?

Damn, the economy's harsh.

I sure am glad we're not in a recession or anything.

Communication's my game, but sometimes I don't know when to keep my mouth shut. And the Big Guy didn't like what I had to say this time around.

Now I'm stuck on Earth for a hundred years.

That's not so bad. Most people don't get a hundred years. You can do a lot, in a century.

That's true. I'm going to be playing a lot of music, I think.

... oooooooh. That's awesome. What kind of music?

Right now, I'm veering towards the blues.

Hey, that's the root of all the good music for the last century up 'til now. So ... good choice.

Thanks - I figured the same. *grins*

Got the boot?....eh?

Yeah. Not for the first time. I have the universe's toughest boss.

So piss on him and find a new boss.

Hard to do that when he's God.

You can piss on God.

He'd probably like it though.

*smiles* You may be right.

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