"Quick Dandruff Girl. Create a distraction while I pursue Unguent Prime!"
"But what about the marauding medicated pads, MouthWash Man? The loofa barrier will only hold them back for so long!"
"Not to worry -- I've alerted The Dangerous Flosser and Tam-pon. They should arrive before the loofa breaks."
----- It was a horror the likes of which Max Office had never seen. A crime scene of uncollated documents and mislabeled, overstuffed files. Every fiber of his being cried out that it was linked to the botched annual report incident. But it was just a hunch. He had no proof. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
----- "Huh??!! Omigosh!!??"
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing, Betty?"
"I think so, Veronica. You mean..."
"Yes. Our cold sores are in the exact same spot on our mouths. Which can only mean one thing..."