Then I found the heart candies on my keyboard with disgusting innuendos. Then he followed me into the kitchen and was rubbing against me and pushing against my breasts... I want to make a formal complaint.
What could you possibly complain about? Didn’t you get...? (gestures to her lap)
Oh... Because I got... Must be the way you tell it. I’ll bet it’s Gerald in accounting. Because he’s fucking ugly too. You guys would be good together.