Meredith spit out her gum and reapplied her

Meredith spit out her gum and reapplied her lip gloss. She leaned back in her office chair, peeking around the wall of her cubicle. Julia was leaning over the copier, furiously

shaking the toner cartirge. It slipped out of her ink stained grasp and hit the HR director squarly in the head. Meredith saw everything. Julia quickly placed a post-it note on

the HR guy's unconscious head, which read simply, "Sorry, don't fire me? <3 Julia" Meredith was the first to realize that he was dying.

But Kenneth was the first to realize, "I hope his death does not interfere with Sally's birthday party. Someone had brought Boston Cream Pie-style cupcakes and I hate working so

-litaire shifts." Kenneth dealt solitaire at the casino and made sure no one cheated. He bagged the dead body and tossed it in the pile next to the russian roulette table. Sally

was an elderly grandmother gambling away her family's fortunes. Sally had a compulsive habit and her senility deluded her from the Russian roulette table near Kenneth. This casino

retirement home was entirely self financing. Lifetime membership was free, & quicker than a slow talker could throw a snake eyes the funds were transferred. Except for that old fox

Mr. Mason. He was always one step ahead of the rest of the retirees. He worked the "recruitment" side of the business. Every morning he left before anyone else. He crouched

Then...a pop...and a giant WHOOOOOOOSH... Mr. Mason' s limp rubber body lay impotently across the yard, while Little Tommy smiled from the upstairs window, slingshot in hand.