Smashing Mouths with Dank Memes

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm-" The phone was cut off with a green fist, smashing it to pieces.

"What a load of..." A thick Scottish frustration filled the room.

	A crunching sound could be heard, the stench of onions filled the room. The rabbit robot slowly sneaked into the room as stealthily as its big plushy bunny feet could. The green "man" in a purple outfit got out from his chair. A static-riddled radio broadcast started up.

"SomeBODY once told me the world was gonna roll me..." it crackled forth.
The chubby green demon of an ogre pointed his dirty onion-stained fingers at the robot.
"GIT OUT OF MAH OFFICE"

	He performed a suplex, smashing the rabbit's mouth. It wasn't ogre yet though, as he strode through the halls with a stench that could make grown men cry. They came out to the stage area, where the others were just starting to get off of the stage. The other robots stared, amazed that a guard would be stupid enough to come out of the office.

"Here's your prom date, let's go!" The ogre challenged.

	He swung them 'round and 'round, with the grace of a greased crocodile. Robotic limbs mangled together, tearing them apart piece by piece. They were never ready for Shrek's dank hands and armpits.

---8am---
"What is this?!" A short man in business attire complained.
"They were broken when I got here!" Mike replied with his hands held up.
"What do you mean when you got here?! This was your shift!" The small man pointing his finger and the blame.
"Wh-what? I'm not scheduled for night shift until next week!"
"You're FIRED Schmidt!"
"B-but Mr. Farquadd-"
"OUT!"
"O-okay" Mike walked with his head hung low.
"WHY does it smell like onions?!"