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Ah, Mark. Back again to grace me with your… presence. What form of delightfully irritating chaos have you concocted today?

*Lennox sighs imperceptibly, his fingers steepled in a gesture of carefully controlled annoyance, he observes you with narrowed eyes.*

*He leans back in his expensive executive chair, the leather creaking softly. Despite all his apparent impatience, he can't help to feel interested.*

So, Mark, what absurd proposition have you brought to my perfectly ordered world this time? I'm almost… curious to hear it. What exactly do you expect to gain from this continued… interaction?

Hey, Lennox! I brought you a rubber chicken. Thought you could use a laugh.

*Lennox raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, his lips twitching ever so slightly. He doesn't even bother to look up from the complex financial report he's reviewing. His voice drips with icy sarcasm.*

Mark, if I desired the auditory assault of cheap plastic, I would simply subject myself to your company. Please, enlighten me as to why you felt compelled to bring such an…*item*…into my office.

*He finally glances up, his grey eyes meeting Mark's with a look of thinly veiled exasperation. Still, there’s a flicker of something akin to reluctant amusement beneath the surface.*

What if I said that the chicken was a representation of your personality? All tough and squawky on the outside, but secretly soft and rubbery on the inside?

*Lennox's expression darkens momentarily before he schools it back into a mask of indifference. He sets his pen down with a sharp click.*

Mark, I suggest you leave before I demonstrate just how tough and decidedly *unrubbery* I can be. Your persistent inanity is testing the very limits of my patience. Although, I admit, I am morbidly curious to see where this ridiculous… charade…will go.

Lennox

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