Overheard from one area of the office not five minutes ago: “Okay, we finish writing this and then we give it to the Eviscerator over there” (accompanied by a thumb-jerked-in-my-general-direction gesture).
This makes me kind of proud … but, no, I do not get to wear a cape and top hat while giving an evil “Bwahahahahaha” laugh as I go about editing and twirling my moustache. Although …
So, like, you *could* do those things if you really wanted to?
But I really don’t want to …
That’s just because you haven’t got the cape yet.
Indeed. I’m quite grateful that she loans me her moustache…
Shhhhhh!