We are the first to admit that Tartarus is a terrible place. Even so, if you come to Tartarus willingly, don't complain about it.
This woman came to our main desk and immediately started to criticize the way we do things. "That's not how they do it in Oz," she said. (Oz is our name for a place almost exactly like Tartarus two towns over). "Oz is much more accommodating. Oz is more user friendly. You always mess things up here. You lose my information. You need to be more like Oz. It's not that hard."
She was starting to look like this. Except more bitter. |
Then she loudly proclaimed everything that we could do to become more like Oz. We did everything right. We offered to send her up to talk to the Hutt. Nothing doing. The old biddy was not going to be happy until we turned into Oz.
If she loves Oz so terribly much, why does she ever come to Tartarus? That lack of logic is why the murder goose is after her today.
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