"What kind of special project?" you ask. You've worked for Jo for nearly a year and she's never given anything like a "special project." Knowing Jo, it might be a fancy way to ask you to pick up some pot for her.
"It's...a little personal. Let's step away from the counter first." She snatched you off the counter and left Rahale to mind the counter by herself. She dives into the employee bathroom and pulled the door shut behind her.
This doesn't seem good. She doesn't want the other employees to hear her. For an open person like Jo, this is a dark omen.
"What's wrong? Why are we in the bathroom?"
"Like I said, this is personal. Now, you're pretty durable, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Like, how durable? Could you endure different temperatures?"
"Um, I'm not dead yet. Even after you stepped on me, and you consider yourself to be hot stuff, so I'm pretty tough."
"Not funny. I mean...have you ever...been eaten?" Right after she said that, her fat stomach let out a loud groan. A shiver of fear ran through you. You've only been eaten once, and got thrown up minutes later. You don't know if you'll last longer than that. Does Jo...want to eat you?
"What?!"
"I mean, I'm just asking for the worst case scenario."
"What scenario could it be where I get eaten?!"
"Don't freak out! Look, do this for me and I'll pay you triple time."
"...I'm listening."
"That'a girl! Now listen. I have this...problem that needs solving."
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