He loves it when I'm the Boss. Mirrored sunglasses, tight uniform with badge, shotgun perched casually on left shoulder, while the freeq labors away in his shabby striped shirt and pants, sweating along the dusty Georgia roadside, swinging his heavy sledge in the burning midday sun, pounding big rocks into little ones, mindlessly, for no particular reason other than to satisfy the Boss. 😈
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