Bored Meeting 7

'Maybe we should scan our bottoms,' said Whirl. 'Biggest bags the Hall of Fame.'

'Great idea!' Evil pulled down his pants and leapt onto the photocopier. A groan. A crash. A tremor. Another idea scratched.

The corpulent editor returned to the table, eyed his gathered minions. 'We gotta think of something,' he said. 'Something really stunning. Set the whole blog alight...'

The minions glanced at each other, as if playing keepy-uppy with some unseen buck.

Then Mrs Varmighan said, 'why don't you off...