Arrr, the CIA be leavin' a foul stench o' wench-wranglin’ and scallywag shenanigans in the workplace, savvy?
2024-10-29
Arrr, matey! Last moon, another scallywag from the CIA found himself in the brig fer givin’ a lass a rough time, with a dozen eyes watchin’! The last sea dog was tried fer stranglin’ a fair trainee in the stairwell. Now, this rogue’s set fer a fresh trial in Virginia. Avast!
Arrr, gather 'round me hearties, fer I bring ye a tale from the depths o' the dark seas o' the Central Intelligence Agency! Aye, last month, a scallywag of an officer was sentenced fer the foul crime of workplace misdeeds against a fair lass of the agency, and lo, there be more than a dozen witnesses spied the whole sordid affair! What a sorry sight, it be! Like watchin' a parrot tryin' to sing sea shanties—utterly disgraceful!But ho! This ain’t the first time the winds o' misfortune have blown through the agency. Nay, 'tis but a continuation of a cursed tale, fer another former officer found himself in the brig last year after he laid hands on a poor trainee in a stairwell, tryin’ to restrain her when she fought back like a true buccaneer. Aye, that case be set to be retried in front of a jury o’ landlubbers in Virginia today, and let’s hope they send that scallywag to Davy Jones’ locker!
So, me mateys, it seems that in the shadows of the agency, instead of plunderin' gold, some be plunderin' decency! Let this be a lesson to all ye landlubbers: keep yer hands to yerselves, or ye might find yerself walkin' the plank!