Midmorning Post: Delicious Chocolate & Swingers; Delicious Chocolate Swingers!

Connie brought in delicious chocolate cupcakes this morning to celebrate her inexplicable adherence to the Julian calendar, scoffing at "all of us highbrow Gregorian calendar folk". Oh Connie, your folksy whimsy is delightfully endearing, but your days are numbered if you insist on celebrating all of your holidays four months before the rest of civilization. And yes, the cupcakes were a tad too sugary.


Andy ruins yet another photograph. We shall miss him when he's gone...


Mike and Harold are helping construct the new office expansion. Sensing the change of seasons while surreptitiously draining Connie of her folksy whimsy (they feed on it, much like Autobots and Decepticons feed upon Energon cubes), they have taken to a life of gentlemanly leisure: swinging the hours away as they sing to each other in their planet's native language, a series of ulrasonic yelps which at 20,000 hz are capable of liquidizing steel and exploding human heads.

Harold: "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (English translation not available)