It's strangely quiet. Then a strange snuffling, grunting sound breaks the silence - the Cow-orker has fallen asleep at her desk.
Hah! One mighty snort and she frightens herself awake, looking around frantically to see if anyone noticed!
Hahahahaha...
Presumably she's crashing here from too many sleepless nights at home, waiting for The Spouse to come inside from videotaping the alien flyovers and trying to record her while she's asleep.
I can now back him up on one thing, however - she does snore.
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You know what you have got to do now
Take off and nuke the site from orbit, because it's the only way to be sure?
Well, hopefully whatever it is doesn't involve sleeping and cow-orkers.
Thank you, dr irony. Now I need to find some steel wool for my brain.
"Take off and nuke the site from orbit, because it's the only way to be sure?"
This. Totally and utterly this.
While you are at it, can I give you the GPS co-ords of my office? you DO have a spare warhead, dont you?
There's only one thing to do.... Up the ante.
Reformat the entire document in something completely different like say... XML!
That'll befuddle her so badly she'll either go away, make it entirely your problem, rant about you to everyone she can find behind your back - or quite possibly make your life hell.
But she's doing that already right? So what do you have to lose?
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