Your boss.

The doorbell rings again, and you groan. You guess you'll have to miss an episode of The Simpsons to talk to this idiot. You make your way to the front door, then pause in front of it.

"Who is it?" you ask.

"It's your boss. Open the door already."

You grudgingly do as be says, and your boss steps into the hallway. He looks you over for a few moments before speaking again.

"I need to speak to your brother. Is he here?"

You stare at him blankly for a few seconds.

"Your brother. Jack Spencer? About 20, blue eyes, black hair. I sent him to do a report on Castle Bathory but he hasn't come back yet. Have you seen him?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"Ha! You, Jack? Please. Jack's at least a hundred pounds lighter than you, fatty. And I'm pretty sure he doesn't sport a beard."

"But-"

"Look, tubby, you've already wasted a lot of my time. So I you could just tell me where Jack is, I'll be on my way."

You sigh in exsparation. "He's not here right now. I think he's still at the castle or something."

"Thank you. I'm sorry for taking you away from your important duties." he then turns his heel and struts back to his car.

"Dick..." you think to yourself as you watch him drive away. After the last traces of dust from his car are gone, you go back inside. You've already missed most of The Simpsons due to that dumbass, so you just jump on the computer and surf the net for the next few hours.

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