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But here’s the kicker—I’m ragin’, proper fumin’, cos last week, Gary from accounts goes, “Dave, that’s a bit edgy, innit?” Edgy? EDGY?! Mate, I’m not edgy, I’m a visionary! Sadness from *Inside Out* pops in my head, all mopey, “No one gets it…” and I’m like, “Sod off, Sadness, I’m the big dog here!” Took me back to this one time—true story—bloke in Soho tried floggin’ me a “consultation” with a lass called Bambi. I’m like, “Mate, I’m an artist, not a punter!” Laughed so hard I nearly wet meself—imagine animatin’ THAT!

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After lunch, I head back to the office, and guess what? My boss is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged animal. He starts ranting about some new tax laws. I’m just sitting there, nodding, thinking, “Dude, I’m just an accountant. I don’t make the laws!” But he’s on a roll, and I’m stuck listening.

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