“This chair is too hard.” I complained. “Can I switch seats?”
“Ya, sure.” Phantom said with a wave. He was busy with something on Mr. Bass’ desk.
I changed chairs, and then waited a few moments before piping up.”Mr. Phantom, this chair is too tall. Can I please switch seats?”
Again I got the wave.
I waited a few more moments before complaining again. “Mr. Phantom, this chair is too wobbly. Can I please switch seats?”
“My name is not Phantom, it is Jordon Dracker! And what should I care if you switch seats? Go ahead, be my guest!” He yelled. “Now be quite.”
I switched seats, waited a few minutes before asking. “Mr. Jordon Dracker, I need a glass of water. Please?”
“Go get one.” He growled.
A few minutes later, “Mr. Jordon Dracker?”
“Mr. Jordon Dracker.”
Again no answer.
“Mr. Jordon Dracker!” I yelled at the top of my little lung