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Re: Minato <3 V Fin
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First Person Greetings to all the employees of Feel Good Inc.. I’m Minato Namikaze and I am the new head of janitorial staff. I heard the old one got tired of cleaning up after you all. If you need help with anything please let me know. While I’m definitely here to clean up any messes and spills, I’m also pretty handy if anything is broken.

And some of the custodial staff have a few complaints that they wanted me to voice apparently they’re scared of someone around here, so please direct all abuse comments to me and not them.
-Trashcans are our friends, use them.
-Lube is difficult to clean up, so please be careful what you’re smearing it against.
-Cleaning “toys” isn’t in their job description.
-Pools are meant to hold water, that is all.
-Floor buffers are not meant to be a means of transportation.

I have a work cell phone in case I can’t be easily found [work phone number here] and I hope you’ll all write it down somewhere so you can call me when needed. I also have a walkie-talkie, but since I don’t see anyone but the janitorial and security staff with it, that won’t be very practical for most of you.

It’s not part of my job to make house calls, so let’s go ahead and avoid those type of phone calls, alright? But if there is an emergency at work, I’ll keep my work phone on.

I’m looking forward to working with you all.


Third Person This required alcohol. And that meant something. Minato was not a drinker. He had seen one too many comrades lose themselves in drink. It was an easy habit to get into. Especially after the things they dealt with on a daily basis. Unlike the television shows, they didn’t always show up in the nick of time, they didn’t always catch the bad guy, and sometimes even when they did, they were out walking the streets two weeks later. It definitely wasn’t a job for those who didn’t have nerves of steel.

But even through all that, Minato never picked up a drink. Tonight was different though. Tonight he was…staring at a porn box. Now, Minato wasn’t a prude, he had seen his fair share of naked bodies, on film and off, but this wasn’t about the porn. It was about the person in the porn.

Whatever god decided that Minato’s memories should resurface due to the moaning face of a blond-haired, blue-eyed porn star was indeed a cruel one.

He took a shot from the dust covered bottle of rum (it was mostly used for cooking purposes), and then eyed the cover of the movie.
Well, at least the kid had inherited his assets…