Silhouetted Namesake

Imagine flagons in a bethesda pool.

Mr PPE just stroked his way to becoming the head of the department, but those dastardly hoodlums from down the street didn't take too kindly to his new corporate look, yasee?

Violence ensued, and many delicious gunshot wounds later, he'd become the lone amsitonassador to tasks well beneath his new paygrade, since he had a workfloor to perform a safety inspect upon, yasee..?

Moments later, hobby benches would repeatedly tell him to perform tasks that did not pertain to his perfectly honed inspection technique - the one paycheck to rule them all, yasee..?

Laetah, we find our inspection masta has taken a tumble, when production workas ain't so productive within their approach of the immediacy of his newly-acquiah'd uniform and company status, see..?

His oodles of inspection wisdom would go entia'ly unappreciated, as those pesky production workas would lob oodles of explosive ordinance towou'd his poifectly provided PPE-loaded suit.

What, with the lowlife bums in the bar, to the bossy hobby benches, our hero detoimined his inspection was pulled off without a hitch, schazaam..?

"bingo, bango, bongo" he'd exclaim to his cot that night, as the fresh flavor of mint toothpaste escaped his swell, poifectly protected gullet...

the Institute would receive his findings promptly