"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm screwed, finished, done for — I'm a dead man! How the hell am I supposed to survive now that Mr. Tobita fired me?" Aoshi whines, his face buried in the pillow.
"Don't worry, dear Aoshi. My salary is more than enough to cover all our expenses," Eliss reassures him gently.
"Yeah, but what happens when you're gone? Damn it, I'll end up begging outside the station! I worked my ass off to get this job. Who knows how many months it'll take to find another one? And once word gets around Ueda about what happened tonight, who the hell would hire me?"
"Ahem, ahem..."
Eliss clears her throat theatrically.
