[ WP ] `` So , you do know why we called you down here right ? ''

Their shirts were plaid but aggressively gangster, you could smell the hot sauce in the air. The first wore a pair of dark rimmed glasses with a button up shirt, his favorite lucky khakis were in full representation and turned up at the ankle. He could have swore Jimmy, the lighter skinned of the two, was going to break out in lyrical rapping. Kendall was larger, his glasses were thicker, and he was darker; because he wore a small shirt he could have passed for having muscle tone. They would be attractive if they had a workout, hygiene, and grooming regiment. 
 
 `` So, you do know why we called you down here right?'' Kendall just took a bite of his burrito. 
 
 `` Uh, no. I do n't, did you guys need something like... Maybe a consultation?'' The balding white guy, Cordell, sat nervously. They were in a office area but the desk was empty and had'For meetings' written on the cubicle wall. 
 
 `` Well, bruh. You need to use a proxy or browser blocker on your computer. We have to meet with you because of the NSFW titles you click on here at work, and its mandatory that we have to carry it out.'' Jimmy sat back and fixed his black rimmed glasses, he put his hands on the back of his obtuse afro. 
 
 Cordell looked perplexed, `` Wait, what? What browser history?,'' he said fixing his suit coat. 
 
 Jimmy reached under the desk, as if he has done this a thousand times, `` Well, check it. We have to report any suspicious and detrimental activity through out the month, and if we get caught from the firm that comes in during the monthly audit, those motherfuckers get a bonus. We have a detailed report for each of the computers in our local network, and we could report key stroke but that we just save for fun.'' 
 
 He turns the page and shows Cordell's profile: Cordell Griwonski, PC Serial, popular searches, top apps and programs, and his password. Cordell was kind of impressed on the formality of the forms and looked through most of his information they had collected thus far, he could feel his face turn red and knew even his wife did n't know this much about him. Jimmy sat chewing on his trident gum and watched as Cordell browsed through his file pages. Kendall sat still, eating his burrito, you could almost hear the slushing of the fluids and food viscera as he moved his cheeks. 
 
 `` Oh crap,'' Cordell did n't know how to respond, `` So, were do we go from here?'' He looked back a Jimmy who was smirking because he seen one of his popular searches,'High School cheerleaders'. Kendall just turned on a red gameboy pocket he had in his shirt pen pocket. 
 
 `` Well, mah dude.'' Jimmy pulled back the file and straightened the pages, `` We have to remind you that we are watching your computer and remind you that,'you can not view or browse things that are not work related' but we know you get bored. So, just do n't search for this stuff when your working. Blah blah blah blah. Otherwise, you get three strikes. If we have to meet with you again, HR will be present, and the final time will be a revoke of internet usage. Do n't do it.'' 
 
 Cordell sat, confused, and watched as Kendall focused on a level of Tetris and eat a burrito with an open hand. Jimmy clasped his hands together and waited for Cordell's response. 
 
 `` Okay, I will remember.'' Cordell had to address the elephant in the room. `` Why does this cubicle say'For meetings' in comic sans font? Also, why is there is gameboy link cable here?!'' 
 
 `` Oh shit you play!?'' Jimmy's eyes lit up, `` Bruh, I just caught this sweet scyther in the safari zone! If you ever want to trade, we can!'' Cordell shook his head no. 
 
 `` Well, we have this as our trade area to play our gameboys, it also serves as our meeting spot for the other company workers, and is neutral territory for decoration.'' Kendall's voice was deeper but his intent was on Tetris. `` We also have a fridge and microwave under here.'' Cordell peeks under the table. 
 
 After a moment, he gets up and nods at the two gentlemen; one playing a gameboy too small for him to hold, and the other laid back watching him leave. As he looked around the office, it was in the basement of the building and they used cubicle dividers as the walls to cover the pipe work, which took up about three feet inwards of space. He could see old video game and movie references, and even a proton pack replica that hung from the wall with a picture signed by Ernie Hudson. These were two of the nerdiest'brothas' he's ever met, but wondered how did their company manage to employ them as I.T. managers; his own social construct was skewed today.
