I have been switching between my work emails and the forum this evening and have just read some distressing news that my pa sent to me this afternoon. My Captain Black figurine that sits on the front of my desk glaring at and intimidating everyone has gone walk about; only three people have keys to my office, me, the PA and the cleaners. It’s going to be a war zone when I go in on Monday until I find out what has happened to him, I am just checking our manual to see if extreme physical and/or mental violence is acceptable in the search for truth. As some of you might already know I am not renowned for playing nicely when my heckles are up…..
If he has fallen off the desk I am not worried as he has the power to heal himself. Maybe he has been recalled to Mars to plan another war of nerves. Either way I am not going to be a happy bunny until I find out what’s happened to my old friend. I would take an educated guess it’s all part of the internal power struggle left in the vacuum of my director up and leaving last month, tactics to undermine me and make me lose my rag. What they fail to realise is that having been that soldier in the past I don’t give a shit if I get it again or not. The more I think about this the more I think I know who has got him……… childish I know but watch this space, it’s going to get colourful.
Freedom, whilst I sympathise with your sad and tragic loss, I feel I should point out the irony of your fiercesome violent threats to avenge what must be a personally traumatic experience for you... You are in fact searching the truth of a missing doll
As no ransom demand arrived I asked Alexandra to tear the place apart.....He is safe and well, Alex found him mucking about on my chair. The cleaners must have moved him and not put him back. Now than you naughty moderators can I have my avatar back now please.
