No Repeated Words Challenge 7

Plump, pompous, dissatisfied, Evil sat upon his rump daydreaming about receiving one special manuscript that would pull him from the depths of slush purgatory when he heard knocking.

"Enter."

Haggard, half-crazed, some chick lumbered in. Girl looked like she'd overdosed on double espressos... black-n-blue bags under green eyes, arthritic fingers, almost anorexic, insomnia-ridden, and yanked out all but a few hairs. Mismatched clothes. Total nut job.

"Asshole."

"Beg pardon?" Mr. Editor pondered he...