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PANIC AT THE COMPANY CHRISTMAS PARTY
“WHERE THE HELL ARE MY PANTS?”
ONE AUTHOR ASKING OTHER AUTHORS FOR HELP!!!
[WARNING — THIS STORY HAS NO END! PLEASE HELP ME WRITE AN ENDING! Seriously… I loved this pic so much, I just started writing, which is what I do all the time, but this time, I’m stuck! HELP!]
Zote: This isn’t an official prompt. Just a plea for HELP. I’d love some comments, thoughts, ideas, anything to help with the mystery that is, Phillip’s Pants. Or, if you want to write a follow up, I’ll link any of those stories from here. Thanks, Z
“Oh no! Here comes the boss!”
“I hear he kills and eats his bad employees.”
“Oh Fuck! Where the hell are my pants?”
“It’s too late! He’s here!”
“PHILLIP! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW! WE NEED TO TALK.”
“I’m very sorry Mr. Digglebottoms, I can explain.”
“Explain what, Phillip?”
“Whatever you need me to explain, Mr. D.”
“For starters, I’d like to know what exactly happened on the quarterly report, and after that, maybe you could explain…
