I Hope You Brought Enough For Everyone! (16.12.... File

"Yeah, me too," Sarah mumbled, turning on her heel. "And I think that cheese might be a bit too rich for me anyway."

Slowly, deliberately, Arthur set the sandwich down on his desk. He reached into his middle drawer and pulled out a heavy pair of industrial steel scissors he used for trimming ledger covers. The crowd gasped in anticipation. Snip. Snip. Snip. I Hope You Brought Enough for Everyone! (16.12....

Within ten seconds, the cubicle aisle was empty. Arthur sat alone at his desk, staring at the five lonely, mutilated squares of sourdough. They were ruined, but as he picked up a sticky piece of crust, Arthur smiled. It was a small price to pay for peace. "Yeah, me too," Sarah mumbled, turning on her heel

"Is that... fig?" Miller’s head rose another three inches. The crowd gasped in anticipation

Arthur froze, the crust just brushing his mustache. "It's just a small sandwich."