"Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." he said in his slithering voice.

"I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!" I shouted, I hated having to work late, especially with my creepy new boss.

"Made it, Ma! Top of the world!" we heard from atop our building. Oh jeez, another jumper.

"Rosebud." my boss oozed at me. I told him how much I hate pet names. Just then his phone rang and I was glad to see him head into his office to answer the phone.

"They call me Mister Tibbs!" he shouted into the phone. What a pompous ass he was. Just then the second line rang, so I answered it at my desk. It was his wife, so I took the message. "E.T. phone home. E.T." It always struck me funny that his wife was named Elizabeth and he was Ernest, it gave them the same initials.

I handed Mr. Tibbs the message and his eyes got all dreamy as he stared at his wife's picture on his desk. "The stuff that dreams are made of." he sighed. He dialed the number and started his silly baby talk to his wife. "Love means never having to say you're sorry." he cooed to her. I left before I puked on his desk.

"I love the smell of napalm in the morning." I whispered under my breath, thinking once more of unique ways to kill my boss.

"What we've got here is failure to communicate." he said from inside his office.

"You talking to me?" I asked from my desk. No answer back, he must have been talking to someone on the phone.

Just then I came across an old paper wrapped straw in my desk and an evil thought crossed my mind. ""Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night." I snickered to Toto, my coworker.

"May the Force be with you." Toto laughed, wishing me luck in my endeavors.

"All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up." my boss said, his pants around his ankles as he posed in front of his office window! The pervert had someone watching him from another building. How disgusting!

As I took aim I thought to myself "Go ahead, make my day." and with a burst of air, the spit ball smacked my boss in the back of the head. He turned and looked angrily in my direction. "Here's looking at you, kid." I said, laughing as I headed back to my desk.

I grabbed my purse and my coworker and headed outside "Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore." I said as we walked down the sidewalk looking up at the street lights. Toto suddenly stopped, angry I had dragged him from the office.

"You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am." Toto complained. He turned to head back to the office. I tried to convince Toto that Mr. Tibbs would never hire him back.

"I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse." Toto explained.

I told Toto we should just head home, watch the AFI 100 Movies...100 Quotes, But he wanted no part of it.

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." he stated blankly, as he headed back into the office building. That was the last I saw of Toto.