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{{title-text: Fresh Dough}}
Space Frog: I'M NOT MADE OF NOODLES!
Rabid: I'm not looking for... noodles... I'm looking for money.
Space Frog: WHAT? I don't owe you ANYTHING!
Space Frog: ... except noodles.
{{title-text: My new job kind of sucks...}}
[[I'm sitting in a cubicle, talking on the telephone.]]
Me: Yeah -- I got this new job -- no -- no, I get paid for making myself feel bad.
My Boss: Well, Nick, you've been doing such a good job and clocking so much overtime, we've decided to give you a raise!
Me: What GOOD does it DO me when my LIFE is SHIT?!
My Boss: Attaboy!