The crowded cheered and he basked in the

The crowded cheered and he basked in the glow of success. When they started chanting "speech speech" his handlers tried moving him off the balcony, but it was too late: "My fellow

Slackers, I come not to bury Brutus but to Idle, loaf and lounge." Dr. Chillbot raised his hands a little because chronic fatigue syndrome kicked it. The crowd went nuts, then tire

swings were brought out. It was a huge playground designed for adults. During coffee breaks, you could see accountants on the teeter-totters and HR on the merry-go-round. Fun was

assured every time they blew up the bouncy castle. The legal department let their guard down and started shoving the marketing team. They bullied their way to the top of the slide

. But from the top of the bouncy castle, the legal dept spotted HR eating all of the cake, Compliance stuck into the sausage rolls & Credit Control photocopying each others behinds

. It was a fiasco. The Legal Dept made a deal with IT that they could pirate Doom all they wanted if they'd conspire to get the other depts to behave again. But nobody plays Doom.

The marijuana culture was to blame. Nobody wanted to practice 12,000 kill shots to the head when you could go down to the corner store for some industrial strength weed. The I.T. g

uys formulated a flow chart of all the things that were excaberated by the Habit, but they didn't get very far because they were too busy ripping bong hits and missing headshots.

Eventually they all agreed to stop playing Call of Duty forever and went to their quarters, ready to battle again the next day, regardless. No promise could keep them from

fulfilling their patriotic responsibilities, their training. They had to be prepared, for God's sake! This was no freakin' game, after all. "Good night, John-Boy." "Good night."