You gotta just tell it like it is, cuz.

You gotta just tell it like it is, cuz.

was what the Italian Captain's conscience whispered. He pushed it down with all his might. Honesty was bad. This is one of those times. Lie. Lieeeee like the wind and so he said,

'Gli uomini sono in marcia!' The Britisch decoders looked at each other in confusion. Was the Italian Captain conspiring with the Americans in the Rosswell cover-up? Or had he just

ordered dessert? The manliest castrati waiters were marching in with tiramisu. One gave the Captain a sombrero and sang "Feliz Cumpleaños". The decoders gave up. Trilinguality was

beyond anyone's comprehension, in this company. Scientists had only recently discovered the secret of two languages, but three? The tiramisu was served as the waiters hit the highe

st standard of begging for tips. Why? It is because this company does not pay its staff wages. The brilliant scientists complained about the misleading and deceptive prices at the

chemistry lab.Every scheduled hour was technically 'free' and then add-on fees for use of microscope, gloves, glasses, kleenex, toilet paper, hand sanitizer, everything! Tips were

actually cotton, advertised to be the tips of q-tips strategically stripped off their little sticks. Those were all the rave. No one cared about the fees when it came to the tips..

Soon, all the VIP raves were filled with soft cotton fluff. On the dance floor, people would float down and trance out.