It all started on a Sunday morning. Tord was watching some of his (over) 90 gigabytes of hentai, when suddenly Paul and Patryk burst in.
"Boss, I think we need to have an intervention," Patryk calmly stated.
"WHAT?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!??!"
Paul spoke up now, speaking shakily. "bb oosss .. ... yyo ruur hhhentai iadddiccti io n hhas sgoo tten ouutug ofof hhandndm ?.. ppelassee.. pleassese doodntn jhhante mmee.."
Tord looked furious. He shook his head violently. "I won't do it, I just won't."
He did.
After they checked his bags for any contraband, Tord was thrown into a boring ass room and sat in the corner, crying softly. "Iiii wwwaaannntt mmmyyy hheentttaaaiiii~" he wailed. This went on for thirty minutes before he passed out.
He was woken up for lunch, a gross salad and some soggy chicken tenders. He made a face of disgust and yelled, "WHERE ARE THE Chicken McNuggets™?!?!???!"
"We don't have any, there's no outside food or drinks."
Tord decked one of the staff in the face and broke his nose. He stole his keys and ran out the door laughing.
He showed up on the base doorstep in two hours.
They never tried again.
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tord goes to rehab
Horror"Sorry boss, we're holding an intervention. Your hentai addiction has gotten out of hand" creds to my pal tatt this is a joke
