Samur Professional Bullshiter Eckart
*Knock* *Knock*
"Who's there?"
"Ligma."
"…"
Hmm? Let's try it again.
"Ligma."
"…"
"Not falling for it, eh?"
This is sed, Alexa play Despacito.
Despondent over the failure of my joke, I opened the door and stepped inside.
"Well I don't know that word means, but I know that I would fall into your trap by asking you what it means," Azell replied as he saw me.
Huh, so I was defeated by Azell's smart decision-making skills? Wow.
"Anyway, do you need me for something?" He asked.
"Yup."
"Okay," he put his pen down (just what the fuck is he doing that he's always holding a pen and going through documents whenever I come in here). "How may I help you?"
"Well, to be more precise, it wasn't me who needed you."
"Then?"
"They called."
Needless to say, the reason I said something like this out aloud right in the middle of Azell's office is that Noelle is not here.