Everyone quietly worked at their desks except for Tom, the zippy accounting clerk. Searching for his next inane discourse he spotted Tonya Baggievaaj entering the office.
“CHAA!” Tom dorked, karate kicking the air and just missing her face. Tonya smiled awkwardly and kept on walking. Tom followed.
“Chaa! Chaa!” Two more karate kicks!
Tonya turned and stopped. “Tom, I've got a lot to do right now.”
“Whieee-YAH!” Karate slice to the neck!
“Tom!”
“Whaaah-KAH-KAH-KAH!” Three solar jabs!
“Tom, if you don't leave me alone I'm going to tell everyone in the office I caught you masturbating in the utility closet!”
Litcube stood up from the neighboring cubicle, pointing two fingers at Tonya's breasts. "Why must you soil the sanctity of this short?"