2015-04-12 1:21:03 ¶ ●

## "Slurred Words"

“UGH!!” Jack drops his head on the desk and repeats until it hurts. Why this !!

“That fucking, hunk of junk–“ He slams his glass down with a little more force than he’d meant to– scratch that he’d fucking throw it if he didn’t think he’d need the booze just to get through this one– preferably in Clap-Trap’s general direction. He rubs his brow with a thumb to fight off the dizziness.
“Who the hell even thinks to program a goddamn dance protocol, I swear to fuckin’ god. There could not be a more useless robot.“