grumble grumble

*goes to the Celestial Customer Service Desk* Yes, could I exchange this stained and torn Sunday for, perhaps, maybe a pleasant and calm Saturday on a pay-week?

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What do you mean, do I have a receipt?

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Tell me you're joking.

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You mean I have to keep this thing? Srsly?

*grumbles and stalks off like a surly BB&B customer*

This place sucks.