He stalks closer, fists
 
 clenched, eyes ablaze. This
 
 guy is totally crazed. You will
 
 not get unemployment, you know,
 
 and I won’t give you a positive
 
 reference. You might want
 
 to rethink this decision.
 
 Come on, Bree, tell
 
 me what to say. [You’ve
 
 got a trump card. Play it.] “I
 
 don’t care about unemployment. But
 
 I would like a positive reference. I
 
 probably should tell you that
 
 I’ve recorded a couple of
 
 our conversations about
 
 your entrepreneurial ventures.
 
 I’d hate to see that information
 
 fall into the uh…wrong hands, you
 
 know?” (Total bullshit, but he has
 
 no way of knowing that.) God,
 
 this is totally great. Now
 
 he’s like plum purple.
 
 You little bitch. I should have
 
 known. I’ll have to think about
 
 that reference, Kristina. Finish up
 
 your shift, anyway. Do you want
 
 me to mail your final check?
 
 He knows the answer.
 
 I Cash My Check
 
 (Figure I’d better do it quick), then stop by