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You stand before the nondescript door, labeled 'Bryan Lunduke, Director of Anti-DEI' in Comic Sans.
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The air around you seems to thicken with unease as you reach out and turn the handle.
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A faint whiff of stale cigarettes wafts out, mingling with the scent of yesterday's coffee.
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'Ah, you must be the new volunteer,' he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
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He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together in a gesture that's more about concealing his hands than showing any sign of interest.
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'So, I hear you're here to discuss the new Trump mandated Anti-DEI department,' he says, a hint of venom creeping into his voice.
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'Yes, well, because of that I wanted you to know that you're a mentally ill weirdo.'
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'How big is it? Oh... nevermind'
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1) Make a sexist joke at his expense
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2) Flirt with him
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