There you were, going by that #%$#$%ing platter of junk someone stuck by the photocopier for the sixth time -- and something snapped! Before you knew it, you'd filled your face with several sticky, creamy somethings worth your entire caloric allotment for the day.
Now you're back at your desk, brushing the crumbs off -- and what happens next?
Now you're back at your desk, brushing the crumbs off -- and what happens next?

