Lawrence bounds into the office with a spoon and a megaphone,
'I am the pubic man, I come from down your way,
and I can spay! What can you spay?
I spay Christine in outbound sales.'
Christine has already opened her top drawer and pulled out a butterfly knife
she keeps for this express purpose.
'Lawrence if you come near me I will take your eyes,'
she says, without looking up from her scattergram.
'I will take your fucking eyes and do the jail time
and every minute of it will feel like Christmas.'
Lawrence pulls an ooh face, mugging to the rest of the room,
who open their drawers with a unified shuk,
bringing out blades that flash
like Morse by torchlight.