Harry hated that he agreed with Goyle. Most days he didn't find his job fun either. Satisfying, frustrating and depressing, sure it was all those things, but very rarely was it fun. But there was no way Harry was going to let Goyle know he commiserated, even a little. Besides, Goyle was working in a joke shop. If there was ever a workplace that was supposed to be fun, it was this one.
"Your job, as you should know, involves making sales to customers. You can hardly do that if they're afraid to talk to you, Goyle." His eyes narrowed. "Unless that's your plan here. Sabotage George's business by being an asshole." Plenty of people had accused Harry of being paranoid, but it wasn't paranoia if they were truly out to get you. Though he didn't actually think that's why Goyle was here.