She-Ra storms into Coworker's office, her red hair flying and her solid gold panties twisted in a knot.
She-Ra paraphrased: We have a process here. You can't just come back and tell my people what to do.
A correspondence ensues.
Iguana Sam: I have a Taser in my desk...wanna borrow it ;)
Iguana Sam: All we'd have to do is sneak up...and ZAP!
Coworker: it's definitely friday. are you thinking you won't have to come back and face the music in 2 days?
Iguana Sam: No, I know she would literally come back at us with a shotgun, but I'm almost thinking it would be worth the risk for the temporary satisfaction. And yes it is Friday after a long week of She-Ra-ness.
Coworker: ;) i'm right behind you. (just about 20 or so feet back......)
Iguana Sam: Okay, as long as you cover me. ;)
Coworker: like i said 20 (or so) feet away---shot gun ranges are?.......
Iguana Sam: You should be good...maybe we should get you a paintball gun...I'll take the Taser.
For the record, as I was uninvolved in the exchange, quite technically this should be found on Iguana Sam's blog. However, for simplification of use, we have discussed it and decided that I get to post Coworker's life--it'll make it easier when she sits down to write in her journal at night.