It's amazing what vigour you regain from a weeks holiday. I've jigged my way through today, giggling like a school girl and bopping around to the imaginary soudtrack in my head. Not the best day to dare me to do anything as the lovely Tom from the 24-7 office found out to his great embarrassment!
You must understand, Thomas is a little imature, he's still a teenager, we must instruct him in the ways of the force. His latest demonstration of juvenality is his new expression "Kiss my face!". See how he cleverly replaced ass with face to be less offensive (he is a good Christian boy).
Well he told me to kiss it one to many times and I felt the need to teach him a lesson. All I can say is I'm not really responsible for my actions...