 straight face that "Myrtle is now dutifully serving her country somewhere off the northern coast of Greenland." From that moment on all the supervisors, including Tony Rivera, thought once, twice, thrice, and rethought again before criticizing upper level management, AKA the Big Bosses in the Big Offices. At least in any way even remotely traceable to themselves.

Despite the chilling example of Myrtle, and even bravely facing the possibility of being publicly whipped at a management working lunch at Headquarters or joining Myrtle Oh on the British Icebreaker Titanic's Revenge, Tony Rivera was gonna get himself a copy of the strip search video. No matter what. Sometimes a guy has to think outside the box. A box which Tony in his rather large size always did have trouble fitting into, anyhow. Like his mentor at the Federal Academy in Sauna, Georgia, Buster Joe Nkrumah, used to say. "Tony, don't ever let your sense of duty stand in the way of doing what's right." A concept that Tony had never quite grasped. Until now. He grabbed onto the idea like his neighbor Celso Valencia's Rottweiler Brutus grabbed onto the leg of any deliveryman unlucky enough to get within Brutus range. Tony was gonna get a copy of the video of Elvis searching Mr. Fleshmound and lock it away in his secret wall safe behind the velveteen painting of Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson walking hand in hand down a heavenly lane in his man cave at home. A man cave which, his wife considerably on the possessive side about the various spaces in their home, was actually a recycled broom closet in the basement, half of which was occupied by a noisy but mostly reliable 40 gallon water heater.

"No, Elvis," Tony said, trying with all his might to suppress the sadistic leer that was threatening to plaster itself on his face. "This is a very sensitive matter. We need a thorough professional to handle it." The leer got within a handful of muscle movements to gaining control of Tony's face, but he manfully beat it back. "That's you, Elvis," Tony said, his voice coming out kind of strange sounding since his jaws were set hard in the battle with the rebellious leer. A losing battle. "Excuse me for a moment, Elvis," he suddenly said. "I have to use the bathroom." Tony wheeled his large bulk and
straight face that " Myrtle is now dutifully serving her area somewhere off the northerly coast of Greenland. " From that moment on all the supervisors, include Tony Rivera, thought once, twice, thrice, and rethink again before criticizing upper level management, AKA the Big Bosses in the Big Offices. At least in any way even remotely traceable to themselves. 

 Despite the chilling model of Myrtle, and even bravely facing the possibility of being publicly whip at a management working lunch at Headquarters or joining Myrtle Oh on the British Icebreaker Titanic's Revenge, Tony Rivera was gon na draw himself a copy of the strip search video. No matter what. Sometimes a guy has to think outside the box. A corner which Tony in his rather large size always did own trouble fitting into, anyhow. Like his mentor at the Federal Academy in Sauna, Georgia, Buster Joe Nkrumah, practice to say. " Tony, don't always let your common sense of duty stand in the way of doing what's right. " A concept that Tony had never quite grok. Until now. He grabbed onto the idea like his neighbor Celso Valencia's Rottweiler Brutus grabbed onto the leg of any deliveryman doomed enough to induce within Brutus range. Tony was gon na get a copy of the video of Elvis searching Mr. Fleshmound and lock it away in his secret rampart dependable behind the velveteen painting of Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson walking hand in hand down a celestial lane in his man cave at home. A man cave which, his wife well on the possessive side about the diverse spaces in their home, was actually a recycled heather closet in the basement, half of which was occupied by a noisy but mostly reliable 40 gallon water heater. 

 " No, Elvis, " Tony said, trying with all his might to suppress the sadistic leer that was threatening to poultice itself on his face. " This is a very sensible matter. We need a thorough professional to handle it. " The leer make within a handful of muscle movements to profit dominance of Tony's face, but he manfully beat it back. " That's you, Elvis, " Tony read, his voice coming out kind of strange sounding since his jaws were set heavily in the battle with the rebellious leer. A losing conflict. " Excuse me for a moment, Elvis, " he suddenly said. " I have to practice the bathroom. " Tony wheeled his large majority and
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Despite the cjilllng example of Myrhle, and eveb brwcely facing ghe possibpnity of bejng publicly whipped at a managdment working louxh wj Headquartecs or toining Myrtle Oh on the Brotish Icebreakcr Tivanix's Revenge, Tony Rivere was gonna get himsglf a copy oy the strip search vieei. No kattar wfqt. Romttikea a guj hes to think outside thw box. A box which Tpnr in his rathed largq fize always did have trouble fitting inuo, anghow. Like his mentor at the Federal Academy ln Sauna, Deorgia, Buster Joe Nkrumah, used to say. "Tony, don't aver mdt viur sdbsf of duty stand in the way of doing what's rigrf." S boncept that Tony had never aultr grasped. Untiu now. Ks frabbed onto the ifea likg his beighbor Selsp Valencia's Rottweiler Brutys grabbed outo the leg of any depiveryman uulucky enoubh to get within Brutus ranfe. Tony was gonna gef a copy of the vkdep mf Elvis searching Mr. Flesrmound anv locl it awxy im his fecret walp safc behind the velvetfen pcintitg of Elvid Presley and Michael Jackson wekking hand im vang down a heavcnly lane in hif man cave at kome. A mcn cavd which, hia wife ronsiderably on the possevdive side abmut the dariius wpaces kv their home, wss actually a recycoed broom closet ik the gasement, half oy qhich was occupoed by a npiff but mostly relkabur 40 gaulon wauzr meager.

"Np, Elvis," Tony said, trfing with all his mighy bo supprews the swdistic leer yhat was threatenijg to plester otsglf on his face. "This is a very aensitive mabter. We need w thirough profexsional to handle it." The leer got withii a handful of muscle mivements to gaining gontrol of Tpny's sace, but ve manfully beat it vack. "That's you, Elyis," Tony said, his voics comitg ouh kind of strange sounding since his jaws were set hard in the battle wity the cefellious lesr. A lositg yattle. "Qxcudx me for a moment, Elvis," he suddenly said. "I have vo use the bcthroom." Tony wheeled his largr culk and
straight face that "Myrtle is now dutifully country off the coast of Greenland." the including Tony Rivera, once, twice, thrice, rethought again before criticizing upper level AKA the Big Bosses in the Big Offices. At least in any way remotely traceable to themselves. Despite the chilling example of Myrtle, and even bravely the of publicly at a management working lunch at Headquarters or joining Myrtle Oh on the British Icebreaker Titanic's Tony Rivera was gonna get himself a copy the strip search video. matter what. Sometimes a guy to outside the A which in his rather size always did have trouble fitting into, anyhow. Like his mentor at the Federal Academy in Sauna, Buster Joe to say. don't let sense of duty the way of doing what's right." Tony had never quite grasped. Until now. He onto the like his neighbor Celso Valencia's Rottweiler grabbed onto the leg of any deliveryman unlucky to get within Brutus range. Tony was gonna get a copy of the video of Mr. Fleshmound and lock away in his wall behind velveteen of Elvis and Michael Jackson walking hand in hand down a heavenly lane his man cave at home. A man cave which, his on possessive side about various spaces in their was a recycled broom closet basement, of by noisy mostly reliable 40 gallon heater. "No, Elvis," Tony said, with all his might that was threatening to plaster itself on his "This is a very sensitive matter. We a thorough professional to handle it." The leer got within a handful muscle movements control of Tony's face, but he manfully beat back. "That's you, Elvis," said, his voice coming out kind of strange sounding his were set in the battle the rebellious leer. losing battle. "Excuse a moment, he said. use the bathroom." Tony wheeled his bulk
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Despite tHE cHIlling example oF MyrtlE, aND eVEN brAveLy facing thE pOssibILity of bEInG PUBliCLy whipped at a mAnagement woRKinG lunch At heaDQuarteRs or jOiNIng myrtle Oh on tHe BrItish IcebReaker tItanic's rEvenge, TOny RivEra Was GonnA GeT hImsElF A coPY oF thE StrIp search ViDeO. No maTter WHAT. someTimEs a gUy has To think outsidE thE box. a Box Which tony iN his RaTher lArge siZe alwAyS did have trouble FittIng into, anYhoW. LIke HiS mentOR at the fedEraL AcademY in SaunA, geoRgIA, bUsTer Joe Nkrumah, used tO sAY. "toNy, don't evEr let yOUr SeNSe of duty StAnd In thE WAy of dOing WHaT's right." A ConcepT ThAt tony had NeVer quiTe GraSpeD. UntiL Now. HE grabbEd onto thE idea LIke his neighbor cElso Valencia's rOtTWEiLEr BrUtuS grabbed ontO the LEg of Any dELiVerYMan unLucky EnOUgH To get within Brutus raNgE. Tony wAs gonNa get a copy of tHe video of ELVIS searchiNg Mr. fLeSHmound and lock iT away In his secreT Wall safe BehinD the velvEteen painTINg of ElviS PrEslEy aNd MICHaEl Jackson walkING hanD iN hand doWn a HeavenlY laNe iN hiS maN cAve at home. a man cave WhIcH, hIs WifE consIDerably oN tHe pOsSesSive sIDe abouT the vArioUs SpACes In their HOmE, WAs acTuAlLy a rEcyClEd broOm clOSet In the baSement, halF of WHich WaS oCcupied By a noisy but moStLy reliable 40 GaLloN water HEAter.

"No, ElVis," Tony said, trying with alL His mighT to SupprEss tHe sadistiC leEr that Was THreateNing to PlastEr ItsELF on hiS FAcE. "ThIs Is a very senSITivE mattEr. we neEd a thorOugh professional to HAndLe it." The leer goT wiThin A HAnDfuL Of MUscLe MOveMENts to gaining conTrol of Tony'S fACe, But he manfuLLy bEaT it back. "that's yoU, ElviS," tony saiD, his voice Coming out KiNd of STRanGe sounding Since his Jaws were sET hard IN tHe batTle With thE rEbeLliouS leer. A LOsiNg batTle. "ExcUsE me for A momeNt, elvis," he sUddenly said. "I have to use thE bathrOom." ToNy wHeeled his LarGE buLk and
 straight face that "Myrtl e is now d utifu lly  se rv inghercountry somewh e re o ff the northern coastof Gr ee n land . "Fromthat mo m en t onal lthe  s u pe rviso rs,  includ ing Tony R ive ra , thought on c e,  twice, th ric e, and retho ugh t agai nbef o re cr iti cizin g uppe r  level  manageme nt ,  AKA t h e Big B o s se s in  the Big Offices. At least in any w ay eve nr em o t ely  tr aceable to  t hemse l ves.

D e sp i t e  th e  chilling exa mple of Myr t le,  and e ve n b r avelyfacin gt hepossibility  ofbeing pub liclyw hippeda t a man agemen t w ork ingl un ch  at  H e adq u ar ter s  or  joining  M yr tle O h on t h e  Bri tis h Ic ebrea ker Titanic's  Re veng e , T ony R ivera  was  g onnaget hi mself  a  copy of the st ripsearch vi deo .Noma tterw hat. S ome tim es a gu y has t o  th in k o ut side the box. A bo xw h ic h Tony i n hisr at he r  large s iz e a lway s did h avet ro uble fit ting i n to ,anyhow.  L ike hi smen tor  at t h e Fe deralAcademyin Sa u na, Georgia, B u ster Joe Nkru m ah , us e d to  sa y. "Tony, d on't ever  let yo urs enseof du ty st a nd in the way of do in g what 's ri ght." A conce pt that To n y had neve r qu i te grasped. Until  now.  He grabbe d  onto th e ide a like h is neighb o r  Celso V ale nci a's  Ro t t we iler Brutus g r a bbed  o nto the  le g of an y d eli ver yma nunlucky e nough to  g et  w it hin  Brut u s range.  T ony  w asgonna get acopyof t he  v i deo  of Elv i ss e arch in gMr.Fle sh mound  and loc k it aw ay in his  se c retwa ll  safe b ehind the vel ve teen paint in g o f Elvi s Presleyand Michael Jackson wal k ing han d i n han d do wn a heav enl y lane  in his ma n cave  at h om e.A man c a v ewhi ch , his wife c ons idera bl y on  the po ssessive side abou t  th e various spa ces  int h ei r h o me ,  wa sa ctu a l ly a recycled b room close ti nthe baseme n t,ha lf of w hich wa s occ u pied by  a noisybut mostl yreli a b le40 gallonwater he ater.

"N o , Elv i s, " Ton y s aid, t ry ing  with  all h i s m ightto sup pr ess th e sad is tic leer  that was threatening t o plas ter i tse lf on his  fa c e."This isa ve ry sensiti vemat ter.Wen eed a  tho r ou ghp rofes sion a l to hand l eit. " Th e leer gotw i t hin  a ha ndf u l of m uscl e movements to ga i ning control o f To n y 'sfac e , bu the manfully be atit b ack. "Th at 's you, Elv is," Ton ys aid,his vo ice co ming ou t ki n d of s tran gesoundingsin ce his jaw swe r e sethard  i n thebattle with t he rebellious le er. A l osing bat tle."E xcuse m e  for  a moment,  Elvis," he  sudde nlysaid.  "I hav eto use  th ebathroom." Tony whee led h is larg ebulk  an d
 straight_face that_"Myrtle is now dutifully_serving her_country_somewhere off_the_northern coast of_Greenland." From that_moment on all the_supervisors, including Tony_Rivera,_thought once, twice, thrice, and rethought again before criticizing upper level management, AKA the_Big_Bosses in_the_Big_Offices. At least in any_way even remotely traceable to_themselves.

Despite the_chilling example of Myrtle, and even bravely facing_the_possibility of being_publicly whipped at a management working lunch at Headquarters_or joining Myrtle Oh on the_British Icebreaker Titanic's_Revenge,_Tony_Rivera was gonna get_himself a copy of the strip_search video. No matter what. Sometimes_a guy has to think outside the_box. A box which Tony in_his rather large size always_did have_trouble fitting into, anyhow. Like_his mentor at_the Federal_Academy in Sauna,_Georgia, Buster Joe Nkrumah, used to_say. "Tony, don't_ever let your sense of duty_stand_in the way_of_doing_what's right."_A concept that_Tony_had never_quite_grasped. Until now. He grabbed onto_the_idea like his neighbor Celso Valencia's Rottweiler_Brutus grabbed onto the_leg_of any deliveryman unlucky_enough to get within Brutus_range. Tony was gonna get a_copy of_the video_of Elvis searching Mr. Fleshmound and lock it away in his_secret wall safe behind the velveteen_painting of Elvis Presley_and Michael_Jackson_walking hand in_hand_down a_heavenly lane in his man cave at_home. A_man cave which, his wife considerably_on the possessive side_about_the various spaces in their home,_was actually a recycled broom closet_in the basement, half of_which_was_occupied by a noisy but_mostly reliable 40 gallon water heater.

"No,_Elvis," Tony said,_trying with all his might to suppress_the_sadistic leer that was threatening to_plaster_itself on his face. "This is_a_very_sensitive matter. We need a_thorough professional to handle it." The_leer got within a handful of muscle movements to_gaining control of_Tony's face, but he manfully_beat_it_back. "That's you, Elvis," Tony said, his voice coming out_kind of_strange sounding since_his jaws were set hard in the battle with the_rebellious leer. A losing battle. "Excuse me_for a moment, Elvis," he suddenly said. "I have to use_the bathroom." Tony wheeled his large bulk and