The horror.....
“Look, Cursebreaker, I have a problem,” Mr. Buckley interrupted me immediately, and his pants fell to the floor.
In my eyes, the first problem was that I neither wanted nor needed to see his private parts. The second problem—though purely subjective and aesthetic in nature—was the enormous bush of hair staring at me from the other side of the desk.
“My best piece is cursed. Look, it works perfectly,” Mr. Buckley took himself in his hand and began to rub.
“Sir! Sir, please, this is absolutely not necessary!” I protested immediately and was met with a stunned stare.
“But Cursebreaker, my penis has a very specific problem,” Mr. Buckley protested back.
Sometimes I hate my job.
I think you left us hanging here, or was it standing around??? And no beating around the bush.....