As if anything the management could do to David Qin's poor brain would top what the Cartoonist did to it? Pfft.

"You said." Francine didn't know exactly why she was deeply annoyed by that fact, or why she felt the need to express that by crossing her arms and staring suspiciously at the tall person in the doorway. "You said you're gonna maaaarry him and go live in Haweewee."

Not...quite.