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Still in shock from the revelation on his documents, Fred spotted the head of the research department leaving the building. Without a second thought, he awkwardly sprinted towards the main scientist, his high heels clattering on the pavement as he shouted the scientist's name.
"Hey, like, Dr. Roberts! Dr. Roberts, wait up!" Fred called out, running with a funny gait that was more accustomed to heels than a hurried pace.
Dr. Roberts turned around, a look of confusion and amusement crossing his face as he observed the blonde stranger calling his name. "Can I help you, young lady?" he asked with a bemused smile.
"Um, like, it's me, Fred Macobson! Something's gone, like, totally wrong with that dressing thingamajig!" Fred pointed to his pigtails, his feminine clothes, and the makeshift chest, emphasizing the absurdity of his appearance. "Ugh, seriously, this is, like, not right at all!"
Dr. Roberts squinted at the blonde woman before him, his recognition not surfacing. "I'm sorry, miss, but I don't know you. And I don't know anything about a dressing device."
Fred's frustration reached a boiling point. "Um, duh! You've gotta know, like, you're in charge of the secret development thingy! This is some crazy devilry! I'm, like, the CEO, you know?"
The scientist's eyebrows raised, and a chuckle escaped him. "The CEO? Really? You look more like a lost little girl in a costume. There's no secret device, and you're certainly not the CEO."
Fred, now infuriated, let out a string of curses directed at both the scientist and the security guard. "Like, seriously, this is total madness! I demand you fix this, okay? It's, like, a major fashion emergency!"
Dr. Roberts, maintaining his calm demeanor, decided to play along. "Alright, alright. How about this? If you give me a big, beautiful smile and a little wave, I'll consider helping you with your... problem."
Fred was indignant. "Ugh, no way! I'm not playing your ridiculous games! I won't, like, smile and wave like a fool, okay? It's just too much!"
The scientist persisted, "Come on, just a little smile, and I'll assist you after lunch. Deal?"
Reluctantly, Fred agreed, feeling that it was his only chance to rectify the bizarre situation. He forced a smile, accompanied by a half-hearted wave, as Dr. Roberts chuckled and walked away. Fred, seething with anger, couldn't believe he was resorting to such antics. Little did he know that the strange twists of his morning were far from over, and the resolution to his predicament would come with its own set of challenges.