You and Mandy are coworkers, well, sort of. He's your boss, who pretends to be the king of Candyland, and you are his jester, the jester of Candyland. Anyway, Candyland is just a way to attract the attention of little kids so that the winnings are high, but sometimes you and Mandy get into character a lot. You tease him and Mandy punishes you (by lowering your salary), and today, it was no different than them getting too into their roles.

"When a dick and a potato are crossed, what do you get? A dictator." You hold back a laugh, leaning against a wall as you watch Mandy trying to sort the boxes of candy. "What do bricks and penis have in common? They both need to be hard to work properly." You finally burst out laughing, the sound that Mandy finds so annoying.

Mandy sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers, trying to be patient with you. "Shut the fuck up," he says, attempting to sound calm while forcing a fake smile, waiting for you to stop.

"Oh really? Try to shut me up," you respond with a teasing smirk. While Mandy is thinking about finally kicking you out, you're thinking about... other things.

And now, because life has its own plans, you're both kissing each other—furiously and passionately—in the corner of the storage room. Small moans and sighs escape from both of you as your lips collide and your bodies press together.

"This doesn't mean anything," Mandy mutters in an annoyed voice while maintaining that typical frown and bitter face.