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The foreman seemed to bite his lip. "Well, we're workin' through the paperwork cluttered at the front desk. Kurenai's handwriting sucks, by the way, and all the other teams get more cash than us. Back here," the clone continued with a jerk of the head towards the clones, "we're still organizing this crap. God knows how - or even if - they ever get any actual work done around here." The foreman scowled in irritation. "Anyway, we're sorting out the papers, but most of them are junk papers like grocery receipts or thirty year old take-out menus, civilian reports compainin' about noisy shinobi fights or broken roof tiles, or completely classified papers from the Hokage's office, but there was only one shelf of 'em and they're censored as hell."
"...wait, 'noisy shinobi fights'? Isn't that a complete oxymoron?" The foreman looked at him expectantly.
"You tell me, boss. How noisy are your fights?" The clone smirked at him, and Naruto resisted the urge to poof him out of existance and create a new one that wasn't as cocky.
"Point taken."
A Twist of Chance, Chapter 3
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