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"Yeah, ok, sure. Makes sense!" Jeremy said, professionalism rapidly making way for anger. "And the way they all managed to land perfectly in the bin right there, oh, I'm sure that's just some crazy coincidence, right?"

He really hoped his expression would be enough to show this idiot just how little he, or probably [i]everyone else in the room[/i], believed that stupid excuse.

"And by the way, are you sure you wanna call it clutter? Each and every one of the faces on those posters belongs to someone who's family is terrified for them, and you wanna go up and say that some of them aren't important enough to have people look for them? Try your PR bullshit somewhere else, ya damn vulture. This town might be full of idiots, but they're not stupid enough to fall for that crap. So if you wanna eat, stop making excuses, take the missing posters out of the bin, and pin every single one of them back up. And take off those dumb Google glasses. They make you look like even more of a tool than your personality has."

Naturally, no sooner had he said this that a girl approached the guy, and he couldn't quite tell if she was getting in on the insult part or if she was actually interested in the glasses. Either way, Jeremy thought the guy seemed like the type to assume it was the latter either way, and decided to step in.

"No miss, please." He said. "Don't encourage him. He looks like an idiot, and even though he's made his way firmly on to my shitlist, I'd just feel bad if I let him keep going with it."