I Must Be A Liar

Meth has gone completely out of control wrecking brand new microcircuits again. I caught him breaking open more this week. I bitched at him about it, but he won't listen to me or knock it off. So I decided I had no choice but to go to Potatohead and fink on Meth about it. I mean, the guy is laying waste to tens of thousands of dollars worth of microcircuits daily. That shit has got to stop.

I cornered Potatohead while he was walking through the test area and I said, "I need to talk to you about something right now." He stopped and listened. I explained, "Meth has been destroying our microcircuits by breaking them open with heavy duty cutters and channel locks. It's been going on for months so we don't have the parts on line when we need them for instruments and our inventory is going to be heinously off. The only reason why he busts them is just to satisfy his own stupid curiocity about what they look like inside. You gotta stop him." Potatohead looked me right in the eye and replied, "I don't believe you."

And that, was that.