Welcome
"You know, Buddy, these men are putting up with a lot to work here."
He blinks confusedly at her.
"Uh, what?"
"Think about it. They have a hell of a commute every day just to work in a toy factory."
"Hey, it could be worse; at least they don't have rush-hour traffic to deal with, being boated in."
"Alright, that's true, but it's still a two-hour flight each way, and I think you could do a little more to let them know you appreciate it."
"You mean, you think you could do a little more. You're the boss, remember? I'm the genius behind the scenes – they don't even know I'm here."
"But you certainly make your presence felt in practical jokes."
"Oh, so I'm supposed to be some boring, normal, stuck in the mud employer?"
"No, but you could stop building those pits into the floor."
"They're shallow!"
"Eight feet?"
"Hey, no one's died yet."
"Until now."
"Whoa! Someone died?"
She sighs as he tries very hard, and ultimately fails, to hold back a grin.
"Does this really warrant a celebration?"
"Look, sweetheart, it was a friendly hello. If a shallow eight-foot fall killed him, he was a wuss anyway."
She rolls her eyes.
"Of course; how silly of me. Anyone could walk away from an eight-foot drop onto razor-sharp two-foot spikes."