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Coming up at the top of the hour, right about four minutes after, it's my strawberry letter for today.

The subject, I am emotionally drained.

We'll get into that in just a few because right now the nephew is here with today's prank phone call.

What you got for is, Neff?

We're going to the break room, Shirley. This right here is break room barbecue. Break room barbecue. Let's go. Go. Hello? I'm trying to speak to Eric. Yeah, it's Eric. What's up? Hey, man, let me tell you something. Me and you're going to get some shit today, dog.

Right here, right now. Let me say this, man. Who is this? What you talk about right now? This is Quincy right here. This is Quincy. I work in the same building. I work on the same floor you work on, all right? And I know that a lot of people on the floor, everybody kind of share the break room and the refrigerator or whatever.

But let me tell you this right now.

It's been brought to my attention that you're the person on Tuesday, on Tuesday, all right, that went in there and ate my mrs. All right? It took me four, five hours of smoke them. Hey, whoa, whoa, slow down. You say your name Quincy, right?

Slow down, Quincy.

My name?

Who brings me this to your attention, bro? Don't worry about that. Don't worry about who told me. But everybody said you always eating people's stuff at the damn break room and out the refrigerator. Well, I don't know who is everybody or whatever, but I ain't eating nothing at the refrigerator. I go out, I get my own food, bro.

I go out and get my own food,

so I don't know what you talk about right now.

And I don't know nothing in the refrigerator. I go out and get my own food, bro. I go out and get my own food, so I don't know what you talk about right now. And I don't know what they're telling you. Let me say, let me say this to you, Eric. Let me say this to you, all right? I'm coming by your cubicle tomorrow. I see anything. I see some barbecue sauce. Anything remotely look close to my barbecue ribs, I swear to you, I'm whooping your ass right there in your

your...

You need to...

Hey, you need to chill, man. I'm not about the threats, bro. I'm telling you, I wasn't the one that did that. I'm telling you that right now, so you need to calm down. No, I ain't calming down, okay? I'm telling you right now, you're going to get f***ed up in your cubicle. I hear what I'm saying, but I'm trying to tell you I'm not the one that's doing that. That's what I'm telling you. So you're coming at the wrong person. How come everybody say if anybody ate your food, it's probably Eric and one always eating everybody's stuff up? They can say whatever they want to say. That don't mean that I was the one that did that.

That's what I'm trying to tell you, bro.

That's what I'm trying to tell you. So they're lying on you now. They lying on you. They're lying. I'm trying to tell you they lying. I'm telling you that. So you do understand what I'm saying. If it's anything that remotely look close to barbecue sauce, anything,

a real bone, anything like that around your cubicle in the trash can in your work area,

I'm whooping your ass, sir.

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