Brock strode down the long dark hallway, leading from the Calgary Management office, to the executive bathrooms. It had been many years since he walked this way to sign his first contract with the Calgary Dragons, and tonight was not much different. In fact, the term same shit, different day could easily be applied.

Esa, the team leader, had eaten his meal of a half dozen chicken parms, and the toilets were backing up again from the size of the massive amounts of poo that would come out of him. It almost didnt make logical sense that there was more shit in the toilet than chicken parms that were eaten.

Brock bent down over the toilet and almost threw up from the smell, he had broken several plungers already this week, and had to tape one back together as Esa had stated it was an expense that could no longer be afforded by the team, as the parm budget was already stretched thin.

It wasn't long until the contents were over the floor and seeping into the hallway, freezing on the cold floor of the building Esa refused to have heated, Nuck sighed and went to work. A far easier job than being a prospect for Calgary.

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