Like a tiny terrorist, if any of those demands were not met, she would lay waste to the ears of the train with the most god awful shrieks.
Thankfully it only took two stops for the mom to babyhack and found the right combination. Now the little ball of evil is sitting with a happy tear-streaked face; a pretzel stick protruding from her mouth like a victory cigarette.
I wonder if this strategy would work for me around review time. If I don't get the pay raise and bonus I want, I'll scream and shit my pants right there in conference room 42.
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