The New Rule. You Don't Get the Stool Again.

I recently moved and transferred to a new branch of the company I work for aside from the usual adjustments. One fellow employee constantly feels the need to throw fake punches accompanied by sound effects at me every time we run into each other. So this happens 20 to 30 times a day. After he's finished, he'll stop and look at me directly in the eyes as if he expects me to have a unique reaction every time. Oh my God. I've been doing fake grunts. You were a penis looks like a banana. Jesus Christ. Go to a doctor. No, we're all having fun. My penis does have a stem though. Grubin. Wait at what end?