War

The bosses went to some sort of “off-site” meeting of questionable validity today, and as they say, when the cats away, the mice will play. I was pelted with dozens of rubberbands in a matter of moments, which was very fun, but led to the opening up of a serious can of woop-ass……You see, I can hit a man running full speed in the ear hole with a rubberband given the opportunity, and I didn’t hesitate to do just that. The carnage was gruesome…… stretched and disfigured rubber bands lay limp and helpless one on top of the other. Bald heads and unshaven cheeks whelped up with the rosy glow of elastic impacts. After the battle, the sullen and bruised survivors paced the office……searching for the limp loops that littered the battlefield…….before the bosses returned.