ball bearing bitch

i died and corporate demons tore my body apart and put my soul in a glass jar just so i'd be able to work at lockheed martin and i gotta be honest this shit sucks. like i earn 300k a year and i get dental but what part of me could even receive dental at this point. my colleagues tell me that i should "embrace soulform manifestation" or whatever and part of me wants to manifest as a chainsaw so i can exact violent retribution, but i know that wouldn't achieve anything because soulforms are both able to be fucked up and dont ever die. i'm thinking of buying silver bullets in the breakroom and flicking the cap on the warding salt while i model in excruciating detail the exact reaction between an unguided 500kg bomb and a fleshy target. boss wants to know if we can make it more painful. i know he wants more ball bearings in the shell but where would we even get so many ball bearings. he's been putting them in the coffee. blood and steel in the morning. where does he even get so many. i'm putting warding salt in his drink and drawing a rune on the cup's underside. ball bearing bitch