More and more I'm realizing I'm a big scary dude. I keep getting comments about not wanting to meet me in a dark alley.
For example, just a few minutes I was outside and Mr. Perfect body from accounting walks up to me and tells me "Your the nicest scariest guy I've ever met."
So I come up stairs to my desk and I tell Malcolm that another one is afraid of me... so he asks Shyla if I'm scary. She told me that other than the million earrings, the nose ring, the skulls and the general sense of death that surrounds me... I'm just a big teddy bear.
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