The stock market had decreased by 13% yesterday, we couldn’t lose more. We took a breather outside.
“Okay, let’s hope none of us get fired, but I think we should go on strike.” Said Harold
“Harold!” Yelped Oskar “That is what you do to get fired!”
I say “ We won’t die!”
“Actually, that is very-” Harold starts.
“HAROLD! YOU’RE NOT MAKING THIS SITUATION ANY BETTER!” I yell at him.
“I’m gonna quit. We will all die anyway...” says Oskar calmly, which is odd coming for him sense he is the most concerned of all of us.
“Don’t quit! We could make surviving...” The last words I said before we blew up.
