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The suit has a slight stench to it. It has been almost 6 months since Jack got this job, and the company never bothered to send it to the cleaners for a spin. If not for the “playstation elite”, Jack would have never accepted this filthy job.

“Damn, I hope the one for one promotion is still on”, Jack sighs as he shoots the empty can of deodorant into the bin. That is the 3rd can Jack had wasted on just the rabbit head alone this month. Jack can’t be bothered with the body suit since he doesn’t have to stick his head into it and breathe all day. “Let’s go man,” Matt grumbles as he puts on his doggie head. Jack gives a friendly nudge to his pal, and after a slight adjustment of their gloves and head, they strut out of the toilet.

This time, the event is at “Global Studios”. The job this time is fairly simple. “But it’s just giving out balloons. How hard could it be?” Jack still remembers his boss telling him that after saying that it’s going to be an outdoor event. Jack wanted to reject it but he wanted his “playstation” even more.

Jack has a rule for himself, which states: ‘The sun is evil, never ever wear long sleeve shirts or long pants outdoors unless it snows’. The rule was made after his first “scouts” adventure three years ago ending in a hospital due to a severe heat stroke.

For the past 6 months, Jack had been at countless indoor events in that rabbit suit and it would be a lie if Jack were to say he hates his job. “Getting paid 10 bucks an hour walking around in a fancy suit taking pictures and distributing balloons in an air-con room. What could be better then that?” Jack always tells his friends when asked about where he gets cash to afford all the gadgets he likes to flaunt.

After 30 minutes of distributing balloons taking pictures, Jack is feeling the heat of the unforgiving sun. He signals to Matt and plods over to a spot under a huge oak tree. He removes the gloves and dumps them on the grass patch. After wiping his sweaty palms on his suit, he proceeds to extract the head off his skull. Something didn’t feel right and he knows it. For the past few minutes, he felt like a goblin had flung itself onto his neck and was using his head as a stress-relief ball squeezing it every few seconds. Jack’s vision starts to get blurry as he bends over hoping to regain his posture. He needs a drink and he needs it quick. For a moment, Jack could hear his scouts’ mates yelling as he staggers towards the sound. After a few steps, Jack collapses to the ground and he smiles as droplets of rain hits against his cheeks.

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