Peak Season Begins

"Peak Season begins today!" screamed Top Brass.

Applejack reclined in his seat, drinking his third vodka tonic. Sharky moaned, rubbing his nose. Oscar looked ready to beging his tech support. The manager walked over to the fruit freak and looked at him. "Are you ready to take calls, Applejack?" he asked.

"Not yet," he said, swallowing the beverage, "I ain't drunk enough yet."

"How about you, Sharky?"

The shark man crumbled up a piece of paper and threw it leisurely on his desk. Top Brass then grunted in digust. "Look at that desk!" he pointed, "Jesus, don't you have any pride?"

Sharky then grabbed the short man by the tie, hoisting off of his feet. The man chocked on his own garment while the shark man growled at him. "This ain't my damn planet, you understand, monkey boy?" Sharky grunted.

He then tossed him behind a desk, crashing into the nearby printer. "Screw this, I am going to go get breakfast." he coughed.

"But Jason said we could take calls." Oscar protested.

"DAMN JASON AND THE HORSE HE RODE IN ON!!!" Sharky screamed at the top of his lungs.

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This is Satire. We ARE ready for Peak Season. -J