|Stuart [sitting in a chair, reading a letter]: Dear Mr. Saunders, |
Thank you for your job inquiry of the 31st. We gave it great consideration.
||[letter, continued]: Unfortunately, you lack the qualifications we're looking for. It's probably best; you wouldn't have been happy here. ||
||[letter, continued]: I hate it here myself...they treat us like slaves. I want to leave but they...NO!! NO! STOP! AAAAXXFJKK#?! ||
||[Stuart hunches over in his chair, sweating, looking around nervously, and stretching the letter] ||