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"Look, Bob, I’m from, uh, some special department, yeah?" Steve started, his voice faltering slightly as he tried to come up with something convincing. "We’re checkin’ the plant for safety shit or whatever, so just let me in, okay?"
Bob raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Special department, huh?" He crossed his arms, his massive frame blocking the door completely. "Yeah, right, lady. You think I'm going to buy that?"
Steve rolled his eyes dramatically, tapping his stiletto-clad foot impatiently. "Oh my fuckin’ God, you don’t even know, alright? I’m supposed to meet Mr. Donovan, yeah? I’m super fuckin’ important, so if you don’t let me through, he’s gonna lose his shit, and then you’re in deep, got it?"
Bob squinted at him, clearly unconvinced. "Super important, huh? Dressed like that? And why would Mr. Donovan meet with someone like you? No offense, lady, but you look more like a slut than an official from an inspecting department." He laughed at his little joke. "You ain't fooling me, missy. I think I better call the police and let them figure out what the hell is going on here."
Panic surged through Steve. 'God, this guy’s more stubborn than a mule!' he thought, desperately trying to think of another lie. "Wait, hold up!" he exclaimed, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "Fine, fine, you got me. I ain’t from no special department, alright? I’m fuckin’ Steve Donovan!"
Bob blinked, staring at Steve with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "Steve Donovan - the big boss Steve Donovan who's currently in a meeting over in the main office?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, right. And I'm the Queen of England. Nice try, lady."
Steve’s frustration boiled over. "No, for real! Swear to God! I’m fuckin’ Steve Donovan! Some weird shit happened, and I, like, swapped bodies with this chick, alright?!"
Bob’s laughter echoed through the hall as he doubled over, clutching his belly. He wiped a tear from his eye, still smiling and shaking his head. "Ha ha ha! Are you high or something, lady? Oh man, I haven't had a laugh like that since the last time I came in early and found Johnny Walker snortin' blow off the toilet in the men's room. Priceless!"
Steve clenched his jaw, feeling his anger rising. "Hey, don’t fuckin’ laugh at me, okay? I’m dead serious!" He stomped his foot, the stiletto heel clicking loudly against the floor. "I gotta get back to my body, and you’re fuckin’ blockin’ me, Bob!"
Steve bit his lip, trying to come up with another lie. But in his panic, he blurted out the truth, "There was some explosion or some shit, and then I in that damn porn studio that’s here today! In this fucked-up body! But that ain’t the point, okay? I gotta get back to my real body!"
Bob’s laughter stopped abruptly, his expression shifting to one of confusion and disgust. "A porn studio? Here? You gotta be kidding me." He turned to his desk, rummaging through a pile of papers. "Let’s see… Oh, for crying out loud, there is a permit here. What the hell is the world coming to?"
"Finally!" Steve said triumphantly, then in a lower voice, "Listen, just forget all this shit, alright? No one saw nothin’, no one heard nothin’, got it, Bob? Just get me past this fuckin’ checkpoint."