RPC Failsafe PSA




Officer Shwartz sat at his desk, very hung over and extremely tired. He didn't want to come into work that day (or ever, for that matter).

Suddenly, the door to the office BURST open with such vigor that it sent Officer Shwartz's tumbling out of his chair, also causing his coffee mug to fly across the room and smash against the wall.
"Damn it!" he shouted "What in the Goddamn-" he was cut off by the new intern, Zack, waving a manila folder around in the air, urgently.

"Sir! You're going to want to have a look at this-" he set it on the desk, it had a big red "CLASSIFIED" stamped on the cover. Officer Shwartz sighed. Paperwork. Great.
"They want you to make a PSA for the new Failsafe they're installing" said Zack in his high pitched voice.
Officer Shwartz thumbed through the folder absent-mindedly, picking up that the fail safe was nuclear.
"Grand, just fantastic! ALL WE NEED IS SOME MORE GODDAMN FUCKING EXPLODEY THINGS-" He huffed, and took a deep breath.

"Fine, I'll record the video".

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