"hey Tom, who came back here while i was gone?"
"like in the past 15 minutes, who came by my desk?"
"oh i dunno, i guess i wasn't paying attention"
"i got a ... horse. someone left a horse."
"i was here the whole time too, guess i didn't notice. huh."
I STRIKE FROM THE SHADOWS
NONE SUSPECT MY PRESENCE, LIKE A VERY DARK COLOURED PIDGEON IN A DARK ALLEYWAY, PLOTTING
IF THE CAMELS RETURN, NEXT WEEK A NEW HORSE WILL APPEAR, ALONG WITH AN EQUINE PHOTOGRAPH WITH THIS OVERLAYED ON TOP:
a few minutes ago i stole the remote and snuck into a "phone room" (tiny private cubes for making calls)
after carefully removing (ripping) the 8 off, I scratched off the wiring on the board below it so that the 8 could never be pressed again
it kept lighting up anyway when I added the button back, but the button sits in the remote kinda shitty and it accidentally presses more than you want if you manage to get it to light up.... oh well, mission close enough to accomplished i guess
OPERATION HORSEDAY TAKES THINGS INTO ITS OWN HANDS
FOR TOO LONG HAVE WE WAITED ON DEFENSE
TUESDAY, WE GO ON THE OFFENSIVE OURSELVES
Unstoppable shitposting engine.