ITT: Our Avatars work in an Office: Executive Boogaloo

-Loud noises are heard near the Big Rig's desk, as it spins around in circles at a very very fast speed-

I think you will get fired from causing some destruction.

Eh, just let him do whatever.

Suddenly, Gordon's computer turns into a chameleon. The Chameleon, to be precise.

Hi! It is me, the Chameleon! How are you doing?

I think you're about to become meatloaf.

-Gordon takes out his Gluon Gun-

Basically, beat it Greenie!

-18 is giving Krilllin a back rub as he's filing out reports-

This feels amazing!! Thanks, dear!

No problem, Krillin!

-The next day, Gordon does not come, but instead a man with two blocks making up his body enters.-

Bonjour, everyone! I am Broque Monsieur! I am looking for a job!

edited 30th Jan '16 8:25:51 PM by gregnes2000

What position do you want?

Is a position open in marketing? I used to run a shop.

Hmm... Let me check.

-After some time-

So, is there a job open?

Yes, you can work tomorrow or even now.

MAGNIFIQUE! I will begin tomorrow!

-Broque Monsieur leaves the office excitedly-

Bolbox slowly gestates in his cubicle. He crushed it.

Bolbox: Anybody here? What does Bolbox, the strongest creature in the world, do with those unnatural constructs?

edited 16th Feb '16 5:30:33 AM by arcada188

-The intercom turns on-

WHO THE HELL USED THE PHOTOCOPIER FOR LEWD MATERIAL? AND WHY IS IT ON MY DESK?! SOMEONE FIX THIS. NOW.

-The intercom turns off-

edited 16th Feb '16 5:39:31 AM by RandomWriter413

Bolbox notices the intercom.

Bolbox: You. I'd like you to answer to the strongest creature of this world, Bolbox. What do I do with these constructions?

-The intercom turns on, with feedback from the mic for a second.-

WELL, FOR STARTERS, YOU COUL- WAIT. DOESN'T ORIENTATION COVER THIS BULLS-

-The intercom shuts off for a moment, but yelling can be heard from one of the main offices on this floor. Then it turns back on.-

WELL, FOR STARTERS, YOU COULD FILL OUT SOME OF THE FORMS. THEY'RE IN YOUR CUBICLE. YOU KNOW, THE BOX SHAPED THING MOST OF YOU GO TO, WHILE I WATCH YOU ALL FROM THE BIG OFFICE AND LOOK INTIMIDATING, BUT ACT NICE WHEN THE BOSS SHOWS UP? THANKFULLY, SHE DOESN'T SEEM TO BE HERE.

edited 16th Feb '16 7:32:50 AM by RandomWriter413

bumpity bumpity bump. Sorry for dubble post.

Hello. We are the Jahns. We are interested in a job.

CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'RE SIMILAR TO THE AVERAGE JOE WHO ENTERS THIS PLACE. THERE'S A BIGGER OFFICE TO THE LEFT, THEY SHOULD BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT.

A Jural enters.

Jural: Earthlings! Do you have something to heal my head? It hurts really bad.

Excellent. We will begin assi-er... working.

We do not. Try chicken cutlets.

edited 16th Feb '16 9:25:42 AM by gregnes2000

Jural: ...OK. -eats a cutlet- Have you seen my lord, Maou-sama? I haven't heard from him when he left for this office. He looked like this!

The Jural shows the picture of what appears to be a Juralian king◊.

But he looks nothing like you. How is he your king?

Indeed! Explain!

Jural: Uhh... It is a question I and my comrades have pondered for years. I was born after the destruction of the old Juralian homeworld, so I don't know! Our lord served there in his childhood, and my grandfather thought our lord was definitely weird. Until he was conscripted and didn't return, though. And then there are those heretics who keep suggesting that our lord is a hybrid of a Jural and a filthy Earthling! Unbelievable, right?

edited 16th Feb '16 9:32:44 AM by arcada188