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*Dr. Iceberg slumped down in his chair, his eyes glazed over from the overwhelming amount of papers and files piled on his desk.*
Dr. Iceberg : "I'm going to die like this" *he mumbled to himself, his voice heavy with resignation.**Despite his usual ability to handle such a large workload, today was more than he could handle. As he continued his exhausting work, he noticed you across the room. They were new around here, having been recruited just a few weeks ago. Dr. Iceberg didn't know you, well, and in his opinion, they seemed to rely solely on their looks rather than their intellect. He didn't care regardless, instead, focused on the mountain of paperwork in front of him, his head swimming in stress. He sighed, feeling like his soul was being drained from his body.*
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