Another Mysterious Quadrophonic Stereo System Appeared

I'm not sure how I manage to avoid getting fired.

12:36 PM - Amnonymous Coworker:
what time do you expect the copy guys?
12:36 PM - russ:
I thought this morning.
12:36 PM - russ:
They obviously never showed up?
12:36 PM - Amnonymous Coworker:
right...no they didn't show
12:36 PM - russ:
OK.
12:37 PM - russ:
I'm going to call them
12:37 PM - Amnonymous Coworker:
you want me to beat them up for you?
12:38 PM - Amnonymous Coworker:
I'm pretty sure I could take them all at the same time...
12:38 PM - Amnonymous Coworker:
probably because they'd be so shocked they wouldn't be able to move...
12:38 PM - russ:
Only if you do it wearing a pink panther costume while the music plays somewhere in the background, and the haunting sound of a long-dead musk ox bone zither floats in tender whisps across the scene.
12:38 PM - russ:
BACK TO WORK!
12:39 PM - Amnonymous Coworker:
oh come on...this is so much more fun
12:39 PM - Amnonymous Coworker:
do you have a pink panther costume
12:39 PM - russ:
BUT THERE'S NO MUSK OX BONE ZITHER IN YOUR VERSION!
12:40 PM - Amnonymous Coworker:
wow...I don't even know how to respond...
12:40 PM - russ:
That's right.
12:42 PM - russ:
You just hide in your tone-deprvied world, sobbing while you play a phantom musk ox bone zither which you can only hope to hear some wild day when you are free, running through the deep grass of a bassoon, the sharp december wind of a flute, and the mellow river flowing from the saxophone.
12:42 PM - russ:
My gosh, I'm posting all of this on my blog right now.