But I haven't had my breakfast break--oh hell with it. I can survive another hour.
Eons pass...
Dear God, I'm starving. If he doesn't come back soon, it will be my lunch time.
Two agonizing hours later...
Man, I'm tired! They had me moving those pop machines to the breakroom! Yup, five pop machines moved 25 feet with power equipment! I'm sure tired!
You know, fuckhead, I depend on you coming back from your break on time so I can take my break. There's this amazing device called a "phone." Next time, take the 30 seconds and use it!
