Fandom High Office, July 21, 2006

Three little drones, they lost their phones, and they began to cry,
"Oh Trooper dear, we sadly fear that we have lost our phones."
"What! Lost your phones, you naughty drones!
Then you shall have no pie."
"*headdesk*"
"*headdesk*"
"*headdesk*"
"Now we shall have no pie."
The three little drones they found their phones,
And they began to cry
"Oh Trooper dear, see here, see here!
For we have found our phones."
"Pick up your phones, you silly drones
And you shall have some pie."
"Yay!"
"Yay!"
"Yay!"
"Now let us have some pie."
The three little drones picked up their phones
And soon ate up the pie,
"Oh Trooper dear, we greatly fear
That we have soiled our phones."
"What! Soiled your phones, you naughty drones!"
Then they began to cry, "*headdesk*"
"*headdesk*"
"*headdesk*"
Then they began to sigh.
The three little drones they washed their phones
And hung them out to dry,
"Oh Trooper dear, do you not hear
That we have washed our phones."
"What! Washed your phones, you stupid drones.
Now your phones will fry."
"D'oh."
"Argh."
"Frak."
"Now our phones will fry."


The office drones were wearing mittens today. It's entirely possible that the office staff had their morning coffee spiked or were using recreational drugs. Don't follow their example, kids.