Walt? Walt??? Oh, sorry, I was looking for Walt.

So anyway, Douglas Frobisher from Accounts was hiding under his table because his boss, HP Sauck was in a worse mood than ever on account that he had been possessed by a Goumarithian Agle Parasite. Not only does this alter your way of thinking it also gives you tentacles with poisonous barbed things.

Douglas had a plan. He also had a fan and that was part of the plan. A fan plan. Douglas pulled open his drawer and removed the ounce of plutonium he had which was left over from THE BEST CHRISTMAS PARTY, LIKE, EVER, and quickly ignited it with his accountancy breath. He flung it up at the fan just as it positioned itself in direct sight of Mr Sauck. Mr Sauck flung his twelve tentacles up in the air as the flaming plutonium hit him right in the three faces and vaporised him and the entire eastern seaboard in moments.

Douglas got some award or other at the White House later that year but he also got a pretty steep invoice from the contractors.

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