Alright, love. Don’t go blabbering about your grand schemes to any Tom, Dick or Harry. You don’t want some numpty mucking up your master plan, do ya? Keep your piehole shut and your imagination on a tight leash – no one’s got time for your cloud-cuckoo-land fantasies. When you’re in the office, don’t go getting all creative on us. Stick to what’s tried and tested, alright? This ain’t the time for your blue-sky thinking, Picasso. Oh, and here’s a nugget for ya: Your lucky item is a rubber duck. Yeah, you read that right. A bloody rubber duck. Why? Well, it floats, doesn’t it? It’s always smiling, and it’s more waterproof than your latest hare-brained scheme. So, grab one, chuck it in your bath, and who knows, it might just keep your dreams from sinking.

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