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DOMINATION
By Chris Tanner and Joseph Luty

Life Event One
Fairness

DAY 1: 12:17PM

Someone is complaining. Someone who got their meal wanted more. Someone who is discontent, despite getting their meal just the way they wanted it.

"I'm sorry sir. What's wrong with it again?" I asked cautiously trying not to set off this powder keg of a man.

"I wanted pickles with this!" He said and showed me the burger. On it was a single pickle.

"So, you want another pickle? I understand let me get it for you." I said with such a fake smile I could feel my stomach turning completely around.

"NO, YOU DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, get me your fucking manager!" He screamed and threw the burger at me as if I were a target begging to have food thrown at. I stood quietly as I looked down at my black uniform, what was relatively clean now looked like I just took a trip around condiment lane, mustard and mayo, ketchup and special sauce all covered my shirt and soaked through to my skin underneath. I looked up to him when my manager grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me back.

"What appears to be the problem sir?" He asked with a sincere tone.

"This incompetent dipshit doesn't even know what the fuck I'm asking for! I wanted PICKLES, not a fucking PICKLE!" I looked behind the man to several customers all staring at me, they didn't want me to make their food, they didn't want me to be here. They were judging me.

"I'm so sorry, he's new and still inexperienced." I've worked here for over a year. "I'll make sure we make you another sandwich on the house," The manager turned to me and in what was a fire and ice reaction, his fake smile turned to a face of anger and rage. "Dodge, get in my office, now." He said and pointed to what may as well have been a desk cubicle, a small door near a packing counter. I stared at my manager and walked into the room and laid back against the wall.

"What, the fuck, is wrong with you?" He walked in quickly after as another coworker took over packing food for me. I looked at my manager dead in the eyes. Oh my God. I want to just… Crush them into your skull, hear you scream and suffer. Watch you bleed to fucking death, how I hate you, the levels of loathing and despise for you goes beyo—
"Well? Let me guess, you don't know, that's it, I'm cutting your hours."

"What?!" I gasped, "I can't get cut anymore, you already have me at 20 hours as it is, I can barely afford rent, gas, and utilities never mind food!"

"Yeah? I just lost several customers from your bad performance, consider it MY compensation." He growled and changed my hours and then walked over to the register. "I'm clocking you out, get lost." He said as I walked out and watched him punch me out of the system. I looked back to my coworkers all ignoring this blatant abuse.

"Yeah. See ya." I sighed.

"Get out." He snarled and walked by me. I proceeded to exiting from behind the front counter and walked past the line of people all staring.

"Woah, that guy is a prick…" I heard someone whisper as I walked back, was he referring to me or my manager?
"Yeah, he didn't even do anything wrong." The other guy said as I got to the door then stopped staring down at the ground.
"No kidding. What a moron, why doesn't he quit?"

I'm a moron? For not quitting? And then what? Spend several weeks looking for another job, get evicted, and go homeless? No one is hiring me now, who would hire me when I don't even have a job?! I shook my head and walked out of the restaurant and to my car parked right in front of the store. On it was a note stuck between the windshield and wiper. I yanked it out and unfolded it.

'Hey Dodge, thanks for taking my shift today, I'm really glad you came through for me, sorry about all of this, there's just this MASSIVE Rave going on today and I just CAN'T miss it, much appreciation!
-Kinzie'

I re-read the note. This girl… She told me she was too sick to… I just… Lost hours for covering for her… I, I didn't need to? I… I TOOK THIS DAMN SHIFT TO MAKE MORE MONEY, AND LOST MONEY IN THE PROCESS?

I crumbled the paper, and looked up to the fast food joint. The name, the logo, the symbol, all of it. Disgusting, appalling. This world, how… How the fuck is anyone supposed… How… I simply pulled out my car keys and unlocked my car, a small little 1996 Toyota Camry, silvery blue. It's a small car, cute, girlish, feminine, sleek, so I've heard. I'm a 6 foot tall Italian descent male, tall, burly. People look at me get into my car and snicker slyly. I put the key in the ignition, the car jingles. Bing, bing, bing. Bing… Bing… I turn the key and my car spurs to life, my radio turns on, commercials. I look at the time. A little after Noon. I'd still be sleeping if I hadn't come to work today… I have school in seven hours… What else can I do until then? I have no gas, I'll barely make it to school and back, never mind the rest of the week.

I looked in my rear view mirror, adjusted it. Round jaw. Furrowed eye brows. Hazel eyes, brown hair, scruffy in a way short but not too short, I looked into my eyes. This is who I am. Dodge. Dodge Lutz, this is me. This IS me. A fast food worker who gets spat on, stepped all over. I am not a door rug, I'm the very ground everyone treads upon.

…

DAY 1: 4:47PM

"Yeah mom, I need help with rent…" I sighed over my cell phone as I sat on a cozy gray couch with my laptop on my lap, where it SHOULD be. "No, I was docked on hours because someone complained. No, no, he wanted pickles, not a pickle. Yeah. No, I didn't yell at my boss when he scolded me. Mom, I don't have anger problems, I get frustrated like anyone else. Mom… Mom are you going to help me? Even with a Promise to Pay note I won't make rent… You're… You… But…" The phone clicked.

I stared blankly down at my laptop, on it was a connection being brute forced into. DeZzNuTz, that's a fucking original name. Of all the things you could have named your wifi connection, Jim and Jane, Magic Lane, Destination, Wifi fucking Zero One, you go with something like that? This connection belongs to the neighbor of mine who smokes enough weed to shroud the entire apartment complex in its haze. I stared down when suddenly the password clicked and I began connecting.

"Shit, it's illegal but they'll never know it was me." I scoffed and finally put my phone on the couch. It suddenly buzzed.

'Hey Dodge, thanks again for covering my shift, I heard what happened, is there anything I can do for you, I feel somewhat responsible.'

Kinzie, black haired emo girl, fine ass, long legs, curvy hips, small boobs but that's no big deal, slim sleek jaw, I never recall her eye color because I normally see her wearing colored contacts, blue, green, brown, black. Outside of work she puts on colored mascara and eye liner. And she's a god damn slut…

'It's whatev. Could you maybe help me out with rent? I'm going to get evicted by next month definitely on only 3 hours a week.'

I put down my phone and looked to my laptop. Bittorrent, UP. I opened my browser and typed in a home IP Address, 192.168.0.1, I was redirected to a page and suddenly a box popped up asking for Username and Password. This guy was smart enough to change his password, but I doubt he's smart enough to go further… IN. I typed in Admin on username and Admin on password and hit enter.

My phone buzzed.

I was inside the router of this faggot. I opened the command prompt on my computer and typed in ipconfig /all and hit enter, a large list popped up, I scrolled down to my ip address and went into the routers routing table. I disabled all traffic for all 'roads' as I like to call them, so that I only sent and received. I sighed.

"I wish…" I quickly undid the changes and left it as is then picked up my phone.

'I'm sorry… I can't, I need to give my mom all my money, maybe I can make up some other way?'

By what? FUCKING BLOWING ME? WHAT?! You gonna let me stick it up your fucking butt, you gold digging fucking whore! Take some god damn responsibil— I stopped myself, Anger Trigger…

I took a deep breath and went to my browser in my laptop and went to thepiratebay.se and in the searchbox entered Mythbusters Full Season, several thousand torrents popped up, I filtered them out by the most seeds then picked up my phone to text kinzie.

'What did you have in mind?'

'are you free?' She immediately text back. So that's how it is…

'okay well, let us know.' Erin sent back. I put my phone down when it buzzed again.

"Ugh." I groaned and opened it again.

'it looked like you are, I'm outside, open up!' Kinzie sent making me look up to the door, my small 600 square foot one room apartment. Sure it's only 625 dollars per month but, that's a lot for a single guy working at a fast food restaurant…

Kinzie knocked on my door prompting me to lift my computer and place it down next to me. I answered the door. Reluctantly.

"Hey there!" She said, she was in a mini skirt, leggings, she looked like a gothic hooker. Across from my door was the neighbors door, not even 20 feet away… My other neighbor, some girl named Alexis opened up the door and stopped at the sight of Kinzie and me.

"Uh, hi." She said and looked at Kinzie again. She was judging me, what am I to you, Alexis? A geek, a nerd, some fast food worker, a pervert, a creep, fat weird creepy dude across from you, your neighbor? You know what you are to me? A human being. But what am I to you, do you see me the same way? HUH?!

"Hey, gonna let me in?" Kinzie asked stepping forward bringing her face uncomfortably close to mine, her breath smelled of mint.

"Ah, I, yeah, come on in…" I said and stood aside as she seemed to quickly walk in, I closed the door and looked at her. "So, why's your mom need your money so badly?" I asked, she looked away.

"Can I see your sword again?" She asked me avoiding the topic.

"I sold it." I sighed and walked over to the couch and sat next to my computer.

"Uh oh, he's entered the man cave, I think I'll come…" She stopped and saddled up on top of me pushing my computer further away. "And say hello." She smiled down to me and moved in for a kiss when I looked away.

"I'm serious, Kinzie. I can't get evicted, if my lease defaults I'll have to move back in with my mom." Memories of her bipolar attitude flew through my head.

"I know… I'm sorry, I just can't." She sighed and began nipping at my ear.

I'm not… I'm… I… I couldn't even think of what to say, this was bullshit. THIS IS BULLSHIT, HELP ME! I helped you! You think using you for sex, giving me your body will keep me a fucking roof? A place for my shit?! You think knowing that you'll make my wildest dreams come true is okay? I mean yeah, that's awesome and all, BUT I NEED A HOUSE, that's usually part of them all, is in a damn place somewhat private.

She began kissing down to my neck.

Ugh. My life right now… If only had more balls to be more assertive… If only I wasn't such a bitch. If only… I wasn't so…

…

Day 1 4:59pm

"Weak…" A boy stood over me now as I held my nose, blood was dripping over my hand and down my arm. "You think I'll stop picking on your sister because she sent her weak brother to protect her? What, you two also doing it? Hah, grow some balls, or at least hit puberty!" He insulted and threw a kick down into my stomach and began walking away. We were in an alleyway, we met up after school, this kid was picking on my sister, but he was in my grade, and he was bigger than me, larger, taller, thicker… Here I am, scrawny little white nerdy guy…

"Mason…" My little sister ran up to me now, she was sitting back watching earlier.

"H-hey…" I gasped feeling tears welling up, my face beginning to grow hot. I won't cry… This isn't how a man acts… I can't be so weak… I can't be so useless… How am I supposed to get anywhere when I can't even protect my little sister?

"Let's just, go to a park and, and pretend this never happened… I'm sorry I made you do this…" She sighed as I shook my head and looked up, the guy wasn't even out of the alleyway, I looked around and found a small thick rock and scrambled over to it and picked it up.

"HEY!" I yelled and wound my arm back. The kid turned around as I threw the rock, he held up his hand and caught it.

"What? You wanna play catch now?" He said and wound back his arm and chucked it at me with what looked to be all his might. I saw as a blur of a rock flung right into my face, and then everything was black.

…

Day 1 6:32pm

"Kinzie, I need to get going to school…" I sighed as I laid back on my mattress, a worn down single bed mattress laying directly on the floor, no covers on it, I didn't have a cover, only a comforter.

"Call out sick." She said as she laid next to me, naked. We didn't have sex, we didn't have foreplay, she couldn't get me hard and I wasn't going to do anything until she agreed to help me pay rent.

"Work is one thing, school is another." I sighed and looked down, I was in my boxers, her hand was fiddling with the band of the waist.

"So? You know all of it like the back of your head, don't you?" She questioned as my phone buzzed.

I picked it up and opened it.

'I need to release some sexual aggression, my boyfriend isn't giving me sex or talking to me about sex.'
Karly… A girl who lives in another state who loves sexting me, she was however, underage.

I simply stared at my phone when Kinzie grabbed it.

"Oh la la, you a playboy or something?" She asked curiously as I looked over to her and grabbed my phone.

"No, just lonely." I admitted and got up to get dressed.

"Hey, at least eat me out or something…" She groaned sitting up now too.

"Help me with rent, and I'll make you squirt across the damn room." I retorted back at her angrily and slid on a pair of sweatpants laying on the ground next to my bed.

"Ugh, how much?" She asked suddenly causing me to hesitate as I bent down to pick up one of the many shirts scattered across the floor. I looked up to her.

"I already have three hundred saved, I just need another three hundred."

She glared at me for a long time then sighed.

"It better be worth it, I feel like I'm buying sex here…"

Really? You feel like you're the one being wronged? Maybe you are, this is a messed up situation, but then again what you did screwed me over, so we're fair, you get off, and got to go to a rave, I got screamed at, humiliated, and get sex, and get to live in my apartment. This gives me time to also find a new job.

"Thanks." I said sarcastically and picked up my phone as it buzzed again.

'please, please master, I really need you!' Karly texted me.

So uh, I know some people would die for this kind of life style…

'fine, on one condition, better start sending me pictures.'

But, I promise you all, this life style of mine is dangerous and volatile.

"Spread…" I said to Kinzie who obeyed me.

I torrent gig after gig of copyrighted material because I'm too poor to buy my own music or movies, or shows, I hack into other peoples internet because I don't have money for my own. I receive under aged nude pictures, I could be labeled a sex offender for that never mind the consequences. I fuck Kinzie, my coworker secretly, I hate it, I feel disgusting because I know I'm probably the hundred and fiftieth thousand cock inside of her. I have a mother who holds onto my food stamps as 'an agreement' to continue paying my phone bill and car insurance, MY car, is not MY car, it is in my MOTHER'S name, she can take it away whenever at a whim, no explanation needed. My life, is not my life, money rules me, rules my actions, rules my mom's actions, rules everything. Money, and greed.

"So uh, are you not going to school?" Kinzie asked curiously.

"I'll be done with you before I even need to leave…" I sighed and crouched down by her side.

…

Day 1 7:08pm

I'm just pulling into the school parking lot, time to go to my networking class. I park and get out of my car and walk into the campus. Open, mostly. Certain hallways, certain classes. I walk into mine just as it starts and sit down.

"If it isn't Dodge, welcome, glad to see you made it just in time… You uh, get hit by a hose?" My instructor asked as I looked down at my pant leg, now realizing it was damp from earlier.

"Ah, kind of." I said unsure of how to proceed.

"Hah, well, let's just move away from that subject… Subnetting, let's begin." He said and pointed to the whiteboard on it was a table of exponentials, from 2^0 to 2^8.

…

Day 1 8:45pm

"Alright everyone, why don't we take a five minute break, let your heads all rest from this madness." My instructor joked as everyone basically dragged themselves out of the classroom, except me, I pulled out my phone and stared at Karly's naked pictures as I typed my next 'action' in our little roleplay.

"You've been texting all class, what's so important?" My instructor, Thomas. Walked over and sat in front of me now as I looked up at him.

"Girl." I said causing him to lean back and laugh.

"Oh hoh, a twenty year old texting a girl constantly, you two must be talking dirty."

"I guess." I admitted as my phone buzzed, I opened it to a brown curly haired girl touching herself, the picture taken in the mirror, her face looking like she was in pleasure, but was obviously faked.

"Well, I have no room to talk, A's across the sheet, I don't know if you're a natural at networking or just a smart guy, but don't stop, you'll go far at this rate." Thomas said and walked away.

I'll go far? Yeah, I used to think, hope, pray, wish, BELIEVE that. I used to…

…

Day 1 9:59pm

"Class is done guys, I see you're all ready to jump out that door, I'll see half of you next week." Thomas joked by experience, every single semester, when subnetting came around, a good 50% drop rate for the class occurred. EVERY semester.

"Hey, Thoman, can I ask you a question." I stood up as my phone buzzed, Karly was insatiable when it came to her sex drive...

"Sure, what's up Dodge?" He asked as I approached.

"Know anyway to, filter out Packets, like, anonymize the sender of outgoing packets and receiver of ingoing packets to, say, observers of a router?"

He stared at me for a moment then shook his head.

"I can't answer that in good faith for several reasons… It's illegal, first off, secondly I doubt it is possible since all routers need that information to correctly transmit packets, and thirdly, you need to stop pirating, immediately." He said causing me to show a long disappointed face. "Dodge, they've passed a new international law on piracy, all packets for copyrighted material on, say, music, movies, shows, are all being monitored now."

"I know that, but I use TPB, they're in Sweden, don't abide by international laws, won't let anyone monitor their stuff." I said naively.

"It doesn't matter, there are main routers for a mass flow of packet traffic, remember? I showed the class that with the route command, those routers are monitored, those DNS domains are off limits to most people, proxy servers have become illegal to use. I'm warning you, if you don't stop, they will find you, and they'll hit you for everything they find."

I stared at my instructor and shook my head.

"I sure hope not, I have enough pirated stuff to put me away for three times my life, or more." I chuckled and walked out of the classroom.

"Dodge… Come on, don't throw away your future because of greed…"

Day 1 11:02pm

I opened up my apartment door to Kinzie laying on my couch on my computer.

"Why are you still here?" I questioned as I closed the door behind me and locked it.

"My mom is pissed at me for skipping my AA meeting… So, she won't let me come home tonight." She said, she looked a little puffy like she was crying, I walked into the kitchen and opened my fridge. Oranges. I grabbed one and began peeling it with my thumb nail.

"So, you sleeping on the couch?" I asked curiously.

"Only if I have to, we both have work tomorrow so… I brought my uniform with me but, I wasn't expecting to actually stay…" She said and suddenly the sound of moaning came from my computer. "Oh wow, Expert Guide to… Female… Eja—" I had shut my computer screen interrupting her.

"Don't go through my shit, please." I growled and walked back into the kitchen.

"Sorry, damn. You like your privacy I see… No wonder you're single." Her remark tinged a nerve on my end as I took a deep breath and exhaled, anger trigger, relax, it was just her being a FUCKING BITCH.

"I'm going to go lay down, I have work tomorrow as you know so…"

"Yeah, I'll come join you in a few hours."

"Hours?" I questioned looking at her as she looked up at me.

"What? I don't go to sleep until like, 4am." She said with an innocent little smile.

"Well, leave the lights off then, unless you want to start paying for power too…" I sighed and walked into the bedroom, leaving the orange skin on the counter.

…

Day2 4:25am

I awoke to Kinzie crawling on top of my legs, from the bottom of the bed.
"Ah… H-hey…" I moaned tiredly and suddenly felt something slide along my hip. "K-kinze?" I looked down and saw her feet protruding from under the covers and a sudden warm breath blew along my thigh. "H-hey!" I gasped pulling the cover over as Kinzie lay on my thigh crying, her tears just not falling onto my legs as she held my boxers firmly.

"I-I'm so sorry." She gasped for breath between sobs and seemed to climb up me and fall on top of me into a hug pushing me back down into bed.

"Whats wrong?" I asked as she cried more and more.

"I don't… Know, I just… I'm so… So lonely… I miss being missed… I want more… I want to feel alive…"

What the fuck?

"He-hey, relax, come on, lay down, take it…" I looked up and realized the room was illuminated, actually, the entire house was bright, what looked to be every light must have been on. "Kinzie, are all the lights on…" I looked down as she sobbed.

"Y-yeah, I'm so sorry!"

"How long have they been on…?" I questioned now, feeling anger well up over my weariness.

"S-s-since you went to sleep."

You're kidding me. I pushed her off of me and half jumped up to my feet in only my boxers and half ran to the power box I used for power and clicked it's display button twice.

$1.12 Credit Remaining

You.
Must.
Be.
Kidding.
Me.

This won't last until I get off work and cash my paycheck I get today! I'm going to come home to a powerless apartment… I sighed, this is, too much to handle right now. I walked back into the room and laid down as Kinzie sobbed into the pillow next to mine.

"Go to sleep." I said half irritated and closed my eyes.

…

Day 2 8:02am

My alarm is blaring. Kinzie suddenly shuts it off as I looked down, she's giving me head. What the fuck is this shit?

"Hey, get off, I need to shower and get going here soon, I need to be in at 9." I said and tried to sit up when she lunged on top of me and pinned me down.

"I called in, told dickface you were hung over from the bad news he gave you yesterday, you're free of work, someone else took your shift, and now I'm going to repay you for letting me stay here with the best sex, ever." She said with a bright smile on her face. I glared up at her.

"You, called me in?" I asked, today I worked for eight hours. That money… I NEED that money, my paycheck, I NEED that. Both are going to come from wo—
I looked around and realized the apartment was silent, hot, and, silent. No hums. I looked over nightstand light and switched it on, it didn't turn on.

"Oh, yeah, the power went out." Kinzie said innocently as I fell back down into bed.

"Just, blow me." I said quietly and closed my eyes praying to God he would just spontaneously grant me death.

…

Day 2 9:03am

"Mason, I understand you're having trouble with a student." My teacher sat down next to me as the class shuffled out, I was still packing my backpack.

"No, it's nothing." I sighed, my eye was black and swollen from yesterday. Though the initial hit knocked me out for a few minutes I woke up soon after from my little sister. We debated calling the cops but it's all so worthless, all of this, because he is right. I AM weak…

"Well, Mason, talk to me, I'm not your enemy." He said very carefully and leaned in. "I'm a psychologist you know, if there's something wrong, anything, I'll see what I can do, violence of this kind…" He looked at my eye, something I was already too conscious of today by just getting to school. "It's intolerable. If it happens again. Please, do something about it. The worst thing you can do is bottle it all up."

"Yeah, okay, see you Mr. Rucker." I almost growled as I flung my backpack up onto my shoulder and began walking away.

"Mason!" He called out but I kept walking. This isn't worth the hassle, how would he understand how I feel? Ugh… I'm hungry… I have some spare money, I'll go treat myself to some grease.

…

Day 2 9:46am

"Do-Dodge, I'm hungry…" Kinzie sighed now as she laid on my mattress breathing heavily, I was sitting on the edge staring at my TV screen, a small 10 inch screen, an old first generation Xbox360 sat on top of the TV plugged in. I would be playing it, sex and video games, bachelor style, but… No power, and no money. All the food in the fridge would go bad if I opened it up, like this I have a chance to keep it all good, I'll go to work, I'll grab my paycheck, put power on. All is good…

"Let's go get something to eat then, you're buying." I said and stood up.

…

Day 2 9:59pm

I pulled into my works parking lot as I noticed a kid with a bruised and swollen eye walking into the lobby. I looked at Kinzie as she applied one last swipe of make up to my face, I looked in the mirror, I looked genuinely sick. I felt like it too sadly after yesterday and today.

"So uh, we're actually eating here?" She asked with a slight tone of worry.

"No, you are." I replied and opened the door, she followed my lead and closed the door. We slowly walked to the door and she opened it for me.

"T-thanks…" I said in a raspy voice, feeling as though my stomach would give at any moment in my mind.

I walked in and there was my GM, looking at me like a hawk stares at his prey.

"If it isn't zero hours." He greeted me over the counter prompting a sudden irk in my brow, which he immediately picked up. "It can't be helped, you've screwed me today, badly, so you need to be."

…

Day 2 10:02am

"Punished." The employee's manager said to him in such a way it made me angry. I glared in the direction as the guy, standing next to a really hot girl was dead silent.

"I need my… Paycheck." He suddenly said with a slight gasp, as if he were struggling to just be up and about.

"Yeah? Here, it's the last one you'll be seeing for the next month." The Manager said pulling out a handful of envelopes and giving it the employee.

"So… When I get evicted. Are you going to fire me?" He asked causing me to look at him, suddenly I saw it, from this angle… He wasn't sick, he was acting, but it wasn't apparent to anyone else but the girl. Was this a ruse?

"Probably." The manager smiled and turned around to walk back to a door behind the counter.

"Stop walking away." The employee suddenly said, I looked at him, everyone was looking at him, the entire lobby, he was, terrifyingly amazing! It was a thrill to watch him, he was. A genius.

"Excuse me?" The manager turned around now. "You have some serious problems, you know that Dodge?" He said to the guy, his name was Dodge.

He simply stood where he was glaring at the man.

"Are you even actually sick?" The manager walked up now and brought his face really close to Dodge's.

"Breathe." He demanded to Dodge who simply held his breath as a small sly smile came up along the left side of his face.

"So you screwed me! That's it, this IS your two week notice now, and since you won't be schedules at all I want your uniform back by tomorrow, or I'll be blacklisting you from this entire franchise, you understand?"

Dodge just looked at the man as his smile faded away.

"I pray, to God, that you live, a perfectly content life, as a balding prick, and a dead end fast food restaurant manager." He said and looked over at everyone.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT?!" He suddenly screamed causing us all to flinch back. "This, this BEAST, RIGHT-HERE, you see him, right? HE IS A, MON-STER." He growled with such a feral snarl on his face. "He abuses his employees, cuts them down, treats them like animals, and we're all too afraid to DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT, because he KNOWS, HE KNOWS, we all have a tense situation, we all NEED this job, without it WE SUFFER, we become homeless, our credit goes bad, without this SHIT FUCK JOB, we all become nothing more than homeless scum who have nothing left in the end, and he capitalizes on that. But that's fucking okay, right? Good for work ethic, RIGHT?" He turned to the manager who backed up now, even the employees were all staring at him. "Fuck you." He said and looked back to his former coworkers. "Fuck all of you, cowards, COWAAAARDS!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, a roar so dense it made my ears ring. "Letting a tyrant rule our lives. I'm done, I see now what it means to look a dictator in the eye, I see now the corruption of this entire establishment. Humans are less than human, because you can use something about their personal lives as a weight to treat them less than human. You are what is wrong with humanity. And I hope you fucking die." Dodge said and spit on the counter.

"And if you think I'm a coward for spitting on the counter. At least CLEAN the fucking counter, you hypocrite. Loafing around or taking the easiest jobs in the restaurant. You know what!" He said and dug out his wallet and dumped out several dozen quarters, all of must have added up to ten dollars. "MAKE ME A FUCKING SANDWICH, you're the fucking manager and I'm a fucking costumer, MAKE MY FOOD, BITCH." He leaned over the counter and got right into the Manager's face.

"I'm going to call the cops." He retorted.

"Do it. We'll see how far your business gets after this." Dodge growled and looked to the people in the lobby.

"Work for this man. Even at a fast food joint, you think its okay to treat people like dogs?" He asked all of us, but we all were silent, almost afraid. "You think I'm the bad guy, don't you? You don't even know me, don't know what I've gone through, like I know nothing about anyone of! Look at YOU!" He glared at me. "Who was a fucking piece of shit and did that to you? What was the damn point?! Why's it alright for others to harm, it's no big deal because we're lower level employees, we're weaker, we're stupid and got dealt a shitty hand?" He said then redirected his attention to everyone. "You're all fucking human beings with feelings and emotions. Yet humanity is also full of hypocrites. All of you have something you love and hate. All of you understand that Golden Rule, do unto others what you would on yourself, but… What's the point? When others drag you down, be better than that? At the cost of what? A job? A place to live? Money to put on electricity? To buy gas? To buy food? To LIVE? No." He was trembling now, as if the adrenaline rush was dying down, he was looking more terrified now than anything.

"I don't like that. Humanity. No one does anything, because it's all about sharks and sheep…" He said now and grabbed the coins he dropped and started shoving them into his pocket then looked at his manager.

"And you." He sighed. "Please, go live a fabulous life, stop giving yourself 50 hours a week and spend some time with your damn kids." He said and began walking out.

I agree with him… I stood up, I felt, inspired.

"I, think he's right." I said, my voice stuttered, I was scared definitely.

"Oh jesus christ." The manager mumbled under his breath. As Dodge stopped at the door, the girl next to him followed and stopped with him.

"Listen, kid, get out of my restaurant before I call the cops!" He suddenly yelled at me causing me to step back. What? He's kicking me out for agreeing with someone.

"W-why? I'm just agreeing with him! That's messed up!" I raised my voice.

"Fuck it, you're all getting it, I'm calling the cops." He suddenly growled in a condescending tone and stormed back into a doorway behind him.

I looked over to everyone who looked at me, but they didn't seem to hate me, it was like they were silently agreeing with me. The guy, Dodge, he had walked out now, the girl following him, outside she was talking to him and suddenly hugged him, they got into a car and hastily drove away.

"Manager." A woman stood up now and brought her tray to the counter as the man walked out of the room he went into with a phone in his hand.

"Yes ma'am?" He said with an odd tone, like he was trying to suck up to her, but didn't have the decency to hide it.

"Are you really going to call the cops on that boy for agreeing with him?" She asked with an odd body language, the kind a mother gives to her son when he's done something bad.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't? I have that guys address and everything, I'm pressing charges for vandalism and harassment, you all are witnesses!" He said in an angered tone.

"No, we're all witnesses to your poor work ethic, we all saw how you talked to him the moment he walked in, we all saw how you talked to him. No one goes off like that for no reason. And now you're going to press charges on a customer because he simply agreed with the kid? None of your employees are looking this way. They all look afraid of you. Go ahead, sir. Call the cops, when they question us. We'll be letting them know you're making a false accusation. So please, call the cops. Solidify the loss of business you've caused." She said with a stern voice, everyone now walked up. What was happening? No one, acts this way, not in a group. This isn't a mob, it's free choice, rising up to corruption… But, why?

"I want a full refund on all of my food, your attitude has killed my appetite."
"Yeah, I want a full refund as well, how do I know you treat this food decently when you can't even treat an employee equally?"
"Yeah sir, give me my money back, I can't stand giving my money to someone like you."
"Give me a full refund too, or else I'll call the number you gave us and let them know all about how you are."
"Yeah, I'll leave a bad note on you too on that survey."
"Refund our money, man!"

"Yeah! I want my money back too! I can't believe you're going to call the cops on me for having an opinion! You're the worst!" I yelled with everyone as they all crowded the counter, new people that walked in quickly walked out, the people in the drive thru heard the commotion and asked for refunds and left.

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