Corporate Mechanical Doll (part 2)

Pout.

Silence.

Still.

Power down.

Re-animate. Marcel Marceau’esqu

Raise eye brows.

Corners of mouth curl into semi-smile.

Sit up.

Evil grin.

I'm going to text Beck 9pm Sunday night and say.

Oh, um, aren't I supposed to be returning to work tomorrow?

I don't know why, it just amuses me.

Another evil grin.

She'll be pissed, for sure. But, you know, it's good for 'em, in the long run.