Fish Prison

"Here you go, this is your wage for the week."
After passing over a small pouch, the woman with her legs crossed behind the desk casually made a 'Check' in a notebook and then, without looking up, waved her hand to dismiss him and said:
"Remember to file your taxes... Next!"
"Wait a minute!"
After pouring out the coins from the pouch and looking at the eight large and one small, totaling nine filthy coins in his palm, Leon couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock, almost wanting to pounce on her and fight to the death right there and then.
"Damn it! I just repelled the evil god who was trying to erode the world this Tuesday! You bastard even wants to deduct the salary of the savior?"

I! Cleaner!

    "No! This performance is utterly unacceptable! You're like a bunch of puppets hanging by strings!"  


    Backstage at the Central Cross Theater, after watching the final rehearsal before the performance, a middle-aged man in a crisply pressed double-breasted white suit, without a single crease on him, couldn't help but toss his top hat aside and angrily berated a group of actors,  


    "Emotions! Where are the emotions?  


    You're living people, not machines reciting the lines I wrote! If you want the audience to be captivated by your performance, then you must first be captivated yourselves!  


    Stop worrying about those entrance steps, fussing over physical expressions, thinking about lighting and positioning. Drama doesn't fear your mistakes, nor does it require precision. What it truly wants is for the audience to empathize with your performance!"  


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