"Wow.. this is unbelievable... I went to the doctor last week and I've got some pretty bad news to tell you." Bruce sullenly muttered to his job manager, Clark. Clark looked up from his cup of steaming hot coffee with a look of surprise. "What are you talking about man? And why do you have that ridiculous mask on?" He said as he took another sip of coffee and kept typing on the large keyboard that was sitting in front of him. Bruce took in a deep breath and let out a sigh that was filled with stress and sorrow. He began to clear his voice in a depressed manner.
"Well Clark, I went to the doctor's office last week.. and they told me that I don't have much time left to live because I've contracted a rare disease called ebola. To be exact, I only have one week left and my disease is very contagious.. that's why I have this mask covering my face.." Clark's eyes widened in horror and his cup of scorching hot coffee fell to the floor and splattered on the freshly vacuumed carpet of the office building.
"Oh... I'm so sorry to hear that old friend..." Clark stopped typing and stared blankly at the computer screen. "But I do have one question for you..." He said. "What's that bud?" Bruce replied curiously. Clark got out of his chair and stood up. His eyes met Bruce's. "If you are so sick and you know that your little illness is extremely contagious.. then WHY THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN HERE? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU DUDE? DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT YOU COULD EVERYONE IN THIS BUILDING SICK, AND THAT EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN HERE COULD DIE BECAUSE OF YOU?!" He shouted angrily at the tall man
"Well Clark, I went to the doctor's office last week.. and they told me that I don't have much time left to live because I've contracted a rare disease called ebola. To be exact, I only have one week left and my disease is very contagious.. that's why I have this mask covering my face.." Clark's eyes widened in horror and his cup of scorching hot coffee fell to the floor and splattered on the freshly vacuumed carpet of the office building.
"Oh... I'm so sorry to hear that old friend..." Clark stopped typing and stared blankly at the computer screen. "But I do have one question for you..." He said. "What's that bud?" Bruce replied curiously. Clark got out of his chair and stood up. His eyes met Bruce's. "If you are so sick and you know that your little illness is extremely contagious.. then WHY THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN HERE? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU DUDE? DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT YOU COULD EVERYONE IN THIS BUILDING SICK, AND THAT EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN HERE COULD DIE BECAUSE OF YOU?!" He shouted angrily at the tall man
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