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His double chin dripped of watery sour cream. Three day stubble poked through the not so creamy mush that was now dribbling down his neck. He picked his nose. Getting a good one he sneered at it in approval, wiping it under the red and yellow table. He glanced around the room as a mere afterthought.

The minumum caste earner stared at him, mop in hand. Now looking like more like a prop. Holding him back from throttling this fat maggot with all that he had...