I am at work in the call centre. Everyone is going to tickle me. I hate being tickled. I grab a Yorkie chocolate bar and smash it against the wall where it smashes like a bottle. I warn everyone I will kill them if they touch me. I am not being serious but everyone leaves me alone.
I walk out to go to the shops. I walk down a corridor to another room - it seems more a house than a call centre. I hear Cat saying to everyone 'he said he was going to kill me yesterday!' I am angry at being gossiped about this way.
I head back to the room to confront Cat, but before I do, I enter another room. There is a bed in the centre of the room. A man and a woman are there, taking their belongings out of their bags. They are two of the new employees.
I go back to the call centre and say to Cat 'I can hear you all the way down to the other room!'. I am stood at the door to the call centre talking to Cat and one of the other new starters. I say 'lets make sure this is a nice place to work for everyone!' Cat and the new starter agree with what I say.
I leave to go to the shops again. I walk down the corridor, and see, over a low bannister, three of the new starters. One of them, a long haired student type, says a rhyme to me, something about making a god. I go back - should I be friendly and ask if they want anything from the shop? The new starter who said the rhyme is pretending to look at a noticeboard. I start to say something about the rhyme but can't quite remember what it was. They look at me blankly. 'Which one of you said that thing to me about a god?' They all shake their heads, teasing me.
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