Hmm. I remember drinking Greg's special Hawaiian blend in the break room. I remember picking broccoli out of the freeway- sized gap between my teeth. I remember throwing darts at my ex-boyfriend's picture. Oh, then I heard the gunshot. Yeah. So I got up, and went to the bathroom. But on my way there, I heard maniacal laughter coming from the Chem Lab. Now that got my attention. So I checked it out on my way back from the little girls' room.

I could barely believe my eyes. Inside me a rush of emotions clouded my thoughts - none of which were horror, shock, or dismay. Lucky I like to look important and carry my gun around with me on a usual basis, because the old geezer didn't even kill him. So I whipped ol' Bessy out and finished him off. I was pondering how we could make it look like he was juggling apples when one accidentally slipped down his throat, choking him to death, when, lo and behold, he walks in, snapping a pair of fresh rubber gloves.