God I'm Evil.
After another hellday at the office, I went home and baked a batch of laxative laced brownies for work the next morning. (Did I say laced? I meant filled.)
I am perfectly proud to say that they all bought it. Moron, Alexanra, Green, Shadowboy and a bunch of their yes-men were all too happy to try a brownie. Damn, it is very funny to see them all run to the bathroom at the same time. Everyone around the office went up to the Security Room to watch all the surveillance monitors so they could see all of the blue- blooded bozos walk out of the bathrooms and then run back in twelve seconds later.
What kills me, what absolutely kills me is the fact they never realized it was the brownies. I mean, three hours later they came up to me and asked if they could have another. Twice. The Security guys even told me that they ate both of them! This is impossible. No one is that stup-
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Moron called me into his office twenty minutes ago. I believe the exact thing going through my mind was "ocrapocrapocrapocrapwhatthehellwasIthinkingocrapocrapocrapocrap" Luckily, I managed to hold the stoic calmness that only secretaries possess.
And sitting at his desk was Alan, who, good Heaven, was smiling. "Ms. Rinsler, I just wanted to thank you for bringing in those brownies."
"Er...no problem." I said. It took me a good minute to realize that he was being serious.
"In fact..." he started and then the words 'gooooooodbye job' came to mind.
"Could I get the recipe?" he asked and he had that damn dopey smile on his face.
God I'm Evil.
A/N: No, I did not just put in some toilet humor because I ran out of ideas (or did I?). There is some relevance in a later plot. Well, actually this fic doesn't really have a plot, but there is something somewhat resembling a plot in the depths of my frightening mind.
After another hellday at the office, I went home and baked a batch of laxative laced brownies for work the next morning. (Did I say laced? I meant filled.)
I am perfectly proud to say that they all bought it. Moron, Alexanra, Green, Shadowboy and a bunch of their yes-men were all too happy to try a brownie. Damn, it is very funny to see them all run to the bathroom at the same time. Everyone around the office went up to the Security Room to watch all the surveillance monitors so they could see all of the blue- blooded bozos walk out of the bathrooms and then run back in twelve seconds later.
What kills me, what absolutely kills me is the fact they never realized it was the brownies. I mean, three hours later they came up to me and asked if they could have another. Twice. The Security guys even told me that they ate both of them! This is impossible. No one is that stup-
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Moron called me into his office twenty minutes ago. I believe the exact thing going through my mind was "ocrapocrapocrapocrapwhatthehellwasIthinkingocrapocrapocrapocrap" Luckily, I managed to hold the stoic calmness that only secretaries possess.
And sitting at his desk was Alan, who, good Heaven, was smiling. "Ms. Rinsler, I just wanted to thank you for bringing in those brownies."
"Er...no problem." I said. It took me a good minute to realize that he was being serious.
"In fact..." he started and then the words 'gooooooodbye job' came to mind.
"Could I get the recipe?" he asked and he had that damn dopey smile on his face.
God I'm Evil.
A/N: No, I did not just put in some toilet humor because I ran out of ideas (or did I?). There is some relevance in a later plot. Well, actually this fic doesn't really have a plot, but there is something somewhat resembling a plot in the depths of my frightening mind.