| Current mood: |  ridi ridiculous |
Cubicle Joy of the Esoteric Variety
If you ever maybe worked at a company in an alternate reality, that makes licensed video games, hypothetically, you might come across a license that you hope and pray doesn't ever make it out of the pitch stage. Perhaps your fervent prayers could come true and you might dance ecstatically in your cubicle and praise the heavens and celebrate with a visit to Walgreens for clearance holiday candy. And then possibly your deskmate might buy you a doll from aforementioned license as a birthday gift. At first, you might think this is horrible torture because it might just make you think of hookers and fish people and those things shouldn't even come together hypothetically except maybe NEVER but then you find out how much torture value could be inherent in such a toy, especially if it maybe possibly is supposed to represent a 16 year old and has painted on lace panties and you work with a bunch of nerdy guys perhaps.
Yeah.
This made me ridiculously happy, and the programmer that sits next to me whimper in mental anguish. Bwahaha!
Jackal Sniper on the left, by the way, abandoned at my desk because it was purchased by a coworker for the beam rifle packin. He and Cloe have become quite close.
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