First Sign of the Badger

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  The world is younger. A generation is missing. Mr. Go struts. Workers swarm him. Secretaries are his memory.

  An employee beeps the radar. Mr. Go grumbles business. "Did you finally send those out?"

  "Yes, sir. I did. I'm sorry about the... Am I going to get fired?" the employee squeaks.

  "Okay, bye."

  A secretary approaches. "Mr. Go?"

  "Hello, Mrs. Cornerstone."

  "I talked to that guy about the thing, made the copies, and I talked two people into volunteering."

  "Okay, bye." He smiles. Mrs. Cornerstone is the MVP.

  Mr. Go is married. He married the job. A skirt blinds monogamy. The ice is in danger.

  "How are you doing today?" The water-cooler is a friend. He fills a cup.

  She flirts by responding. He listens. "Fine. How are you doing?"

  "Okay, bye." He chugs. The cup is recycled. Mr. Go winks.

  "Hey, Go!," a mouth shouts.

  "Hey," Mr. Go is casual.

  "You're comin' tonight, man! Whether you like it or not."

  "Okay, bye." Mr. Go is ready.