Fandom High Office, Friday, January 19, 2007
When everyone arrived at work this morning, the office was completely covered in toilet paper. Every phone was wrapped up, the filing cabinet buried in a pile of toilet paper, even the shredder was shredding toilet paper on a continuous loop.
Everything was covered, except for Fred Trooper's newly recovered desk. It was pristine. Fred was sitting there, clacking away at the keyboard, entering the recent room changes into the computer.
Yesterday he'd said someone was going to pay, and pay they did.
Everyone went to their desks and got about work as usual, except Bob Gremlin who kept eating the toilet paper. All Fred knew was, when Bob finally yakked it all up, he definitely wasn't going to be the one cleaning it all up.
Everything was covered, except for Fred Trooper's newly recovered desk. It was pristine. Fred was sitting there, clacking away at the keyboard, entering the recent room changes into the computer.
Yesterday he'd said someone was going to pay, and pay they did.
Everyone went to their desks and got about work as usual, except Bob Gremlin who kept eating the toilet paper. All Fred knew was, when Bob finally yakked it all up, he definitely wasn't going to be the one cleaning it all up.