someone take away the million and one documents I have open- as I'm trying desperately to work on everything I'm supposed to be working on- and make me go to bed

I do this to myself because I like pain

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here:

Heat from the sun beat down in tremendous waves of scorching agony upon the city of Harok. All occupants, be them foreign or native, hid away from it beneath the shell roofs of their shops. Though the desert by all means should have been completely uninhabitable, millions of people flocked to the site in order to sell, buy, and otherwise exchange goods. It was a result of the overwhelming amount of energy contributed by the Tower there, a wealthy source of life and power for a race of creatures that desired it. Humans, for example.

If ever there was an ocean in such a place it was made up of the people who daily beat against the shore of the streets. Voices could be heard shouting over one another, calling to passerbys to them like sirens to sailors in a desperate attempt to make a sale. The crowd was kept from becoming a pack of ravenous beasts by the women guard of the city; their beautiful outfits glittered in the specks of bright sun that was allowed to entire through the rooftops. They prowled the streets like tigresses, glaring down with pretty cat eyes at those who wandered the alleys behind their walls. There were none who escaped their keen watch and few who dared challenge the fact.

Agent Clarence Bryant waved to one perched on a nearby tower and munched on an apple between his fingers. The cool juice was an explosion of relief on his parched throat. He hadn't realized just how dried out his insides had become until he tasted its soothing, wet flesh.

“Don't provoke them,” his companion, a fat man by the name of Agent Grover Boot, warned. “We don't want them to be following us around.”

“I'm just being friendly,” he replied with a sly grin. “Relax Boot, I trust the girls, they're an able-bodied bunch.”

“My point exactly,” he said and touched the side of his nose. “They know what they're doing, and I don't want them stalking us.”

“ Plan on doing something naughty?”

“I'm partnered with you today, 'naughty' is implied. What exactly is it that you dragged me here for anyway?”

now someone finish it for me