Ted E. decides the confusion is too much to bear and proceeds to rip up the order. "I don't understand any of this, and it's all just getting too complicated!" he declares.
The Invertebrate's eyes pop. The Stress Fiend looks ready to leap the desk and murder him. I successfully suppress a fit of giggles.
Ted E. shambles out the office, oblivious to the reaction he's caused, complaining as he goes that he has a headache and thinks he'll need to go home soon.
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My intention is to be neither sadistic nor morose, but...
...there IS a remote possibility that he has a brain tumor.
If I were you - I'd be sure to mention it to him. It would explain the .. ahem .. symptoms.
ah, er, um - you know - like the headaches he constantly complains about?
Just a thought...
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