Yeah stay here out of trouble. Ash, don’t just ask for your manager’s number, it ain’t that kind of comic.

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Kevin and Ash enter the training room again, with Kevin making a line towards setting up the computer. Ash trails behind, a look of nervous exhaustion across his face. "Oh man, you have no idea how much that freaked me out just now! Just my luck to get an angry one on my first shift..."
Kevin smiles in agreement. "Yes, it was hardly fortunate(!)"

Kevin turns to Ash. "Perhaps we should stick to ringing me for help if you need me tonight, yes?"
Ash: "Oh! I don't have your number!"
Kevin taps a hefty tome that was on the desk. "My extension number is in the front of your Damnsons new starter introduction pack, which I would advise giving it a quick read through..."
Ash looks upon the thick tome of notes. "Was that there this whole time?"

Kevin continues as he makes his way out of the room. "Well then, that gives you plenty more to do for the rest of the evening."
He then once again slams the door behind him.
Ash exhales in relief and slumps in his chair.
"I'm not in trouble!"