“Dammit Bernie, have you been playing with that Embiggenator Ray again? I’ve told you how much I hate when you bring work home with you. If you’re so smart, why don’t you use it on our bank account? Or better yet, drop your pants and use—”
“OKAY, okay, Francine, point taken. Jeez.”
The lab rats were at it again, and Bernie began wishing he’d taken that job at CERN rather than heading the MegaHyperGlobalCorp research labs.
While initially excited about its prospects, the research team at MegaHyperGlobalCorp decided to shut down Project Chickensteak.
It wasn’t Bernie’s fault that MegaHyperGlobalCorp’s experimental meme generator was on the fritz, yet as head scientist he was the one who would spend the rest of the week cleaning the research lab.
“Bernie, did you let the lab rats play with the shrinkray again?”
“They were bored, Frank.”
“Yeah, well, the Rebiggenator is out for repairs until Monday, so this is your problem now.”
The scientists at MegaHyperGlobalCorp were known for having some pretty crazy Christmas parties in their lab.