"Pull that lever there!"
"This one?"
"No, the other lever right next to it!"
"There's about five levers here..."
"I didn't design it, just pull the lever!"
...
"What did you do?"
"I pulled the lever!"
"Not that lever!"
"We're crashing!"
"Do you have any other obvious statements to make!?"
"How do you fly this thing!?"
He stepped into the bank, hoping to see the regular teller waiting for him. Tonight though, things were different. Behind the barred teller's station was a face he couldn't quite make out.
"Good night tonight?" the new teller asked.
"Pretty good. Hell, a lot better than usual, really."
"Always love it when that happens."
"Right? So I'll just be dropping this off into the usual account."
"Of course, I just need your signature."
The Shop Worker's name is:
Artist
Recon
Tolvan
Coolpool
Null
Danny
"This one?"
"No, the other lever right next to it!"
"There's about five levers here..."
"I didn't design it, just pull the lever!"
...
"What did you do?"
"I pulled the lever!"
"Not that lever!"
"We're crashing!"
"Do you have any other obvious statements to make!?"
"How do you fly this thing!?"
- - -
He closed up the shop for the night. The register had been pretty full. Counting all that cash put him about ten minutes off his normal schedule than he would have liked, but it was a good problem to have. Dropping everything off at the bank would be easy too, just a quick trip down the road.
He stepped into the bank, hoping to see the regular teller waiting for him. Tonight though, things were different. Behind the barred teller's station was a face he couldn't quite make out.
"Good night tonight?" the new teller asked.
"Pretty good. Hell, a lot better than usual, really."
"Always love it when that happens."
"Right? So I'll just be dropping this off into the usual account."
"Of course, I just need your signature."
The Shop Worker's name is:
Artist
Recon
Tolvan
Coolpool
Null
Danny
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