Whoops! Sorry, folks, didn’t realise this was your company picnic! Our group must be elsewhere…hmm? You want us to stay a while? Sure….come along, honey, let’s not be rude.
No, I know making you march around in a circle doesn’t actually accomplish anything. But it does amuse the hell out of me. Keep walking.
“OK, now you’re the kitchen timer. You watch that clock and, in exactly forty minutes, shake your tits to ring those bells. Not a sound before then and if you’re late, things will get very, very bad…”
I would show this to Master and say I want to try it but I know He’d make me do it and I’d end up wishing I never spoke.