"Noland, go to hell with your great-grand-uncle's walking stick!"
Su An'an was so furious her molars were chattering. With a twitch of her finger, she gave Noland the deluxe blacklist treatment.
"If you crumble into a dried persimmon under this little pressure, you might as well go apply to be a scrap sorter and square dance leader on some garbage planet!"
Little Pink shot out two simulated tentacles, waving them frantically like it had just downed ten iced Americanos.
"Your Highness! This subject requests permission to launch 'Operation: Hack the Light Brain'!"
"Let's change his desktop wallpaper to the limited-edition 'Scrap Yard Annual Recruitment Brochure'!"
"This idea is so brilliant it could win a Nobel Prize!"
Su An'an sneered.
"And remember to add a highlighted subtitle to the ad: 'Room and board included, 996 schedule, and a stainless steel basin for overtime!'"
"Roger that! Preparing the deluxe desktop renovation package for Noland now!"
