Normally I don't do crackfics, but this one was certainly worth breaking my rule for once. Poor hapless, beleaguered Wikus, in the time before he believed prawns were people too. Every workplace has a Saskie, and it's just his luck to get lumbered with that very person.

I'll reiterate for the zillionth time how your writing style never fails to impress me. The dialogue is witty and truly inventive, and you have a very fresh, creative way of describing things ("blindsided him like a runaway fullback") that I would never have thought of but that have an almost mathematical exactitude in appropriateness.

Whilst you haven't won me over to the crackfic darkside, this was nevertheless a very enjoyable read. Job well done!

Ahh, poor Wikus! I love this character, and I couldn't resist reading this story out loud in a South African accent (mine's half-decent, I'm working on it!).

I know how the guy feels. There is this one guys I know since freshman year. The guys just doesn't have and off buttun... or an on button for that matter. In the 4 years that I've known him, he keeps bothering me under the assumed impression that he's my friend, and no matter how many times I tell him no, tell him to get lost, or call him a loser, he won't leave me alone. I can't wait for the day that I get shot of him.

A day in the life of... the svetie man! Poor Wilkus can't catch a break, can he? Your O.C. is nagging-ly funny and annoyingly fun just as she should be. She had me rolling with, "Take the fokkin' asprin!"

Now, let's cut some cake! (with "Good Fookin' Job!" written on it)

Poor, poor Wikus. It can never just stay bad for him, can it? It ALWAYS gets worse and worse.

As always, I clap my hands to your D9-fics. Don't know if you've done research or actualy live in SA, but it's great to see some use of the local slang words and other research that really made it feel like a multinational company in South Africa.

Wikus seemed very IC - especially the sentence "normally, he didn't care for running" stood out to me.

Would love to write a little longer review, but gotta go!

/Morgane

Oh my God! Sooooo much love for this story! I really hope that doesn't come off as gushing, but I loved it. :D You have Wikus's personality nailed and I really honestly don't know where you get your humor from. You're immensley talented with it, from the bits about the Hyena to having puke at several inappropriate times, to the finale with 'bowing to the porcelain god.' :D I'd be in freaking stitches if I weren't somewhere where silence is required lol. I loved this story. I think you did such an awesome job. I could picture poor Wikus getting punched around by her fat little hands perfectly. And bravo for using Afrikaans words! Where'd you find 'em all? ;) Nothing was lost on me- you used the context well.

Love for this fic! :D Please keep up the good work, Miz!

Well, I didn't feel like anything was particularly out of place. But I'm not always the person for that anyhoo. Its usually whether the piece has the right feel. And this one made me laugh top to bottom.