Fred walked hesitantly into The Spot, a nightclub

Fred walked hesitantly into The Spot, a nightclub he'd learned of from mysterious Madame X. He was wary, but then he spotted Big Bob from accounting, and LaRonda sipping a cosmo.

He greeted them with genuine affection, for they had all shared some horrific experiences at the office recently. The worst was the incident in the men's bathroom. But adversity

day was more tolerable than diversity day, so these pre-orchestrated adverse situations were most welcome. Running out of toilet paper? No biggie. The Boss demands high-5's? Meh.

Big Bob rolled his eyes. His sanitizer was in his other pair of Big & Tall's. He high-5'd the boss, dropping his pants. Damn suspenders. LaRonda pointed at his underwear & mimed

a pot-bellied guy walking on the beach in a speedo. Only it wasn't pretend. LaRonda, it turns out, really was a man with a pot belly and speedo under his/her stylish Calvin Klein

Lucha Libre mask. LaRonda the Lumberjack was her handle. Her move was called the Half-Nelson Back Buckle. She'd thought it up after eating a large tub of buttered popcorn. The Crow

had decided to become her nemesis, which she thought was rather pathetic as the Crow was completely incapable of withstanding LaRonda's most simple leg-lock, and his cousin George

Stephanopolous could hardly push over a toddler on a tricycle. Not that he didn't try. But George had connections back in Athens, and a gyro to The Crow was like spinach to Popeye.

Removing his black billed hat The Crow Flew into action. Pushing George behind him and covering himself with a down filled blanket was all it took for things to simmer down.

Everyone laid down their weapons and The Crow brought out a bowl of rounded river stones and a card table, and they all played a pleasant game together.