Around the office, Jones enjoyed a certain celebrity due to his consistent ability to get into trouble with management, make a fool of himself, and just generally pee off the top brass. Jones was the official office jester and yet, there was a kind of genius, a kind of Don Quixotic idiocy about him that most of the staff found endearing. It was as if Jones was on a perpetual mission to self-destruct. And everyone loved watching because, usually, it was damned entertaining. So, when Jones was on the verge of making an ass of himself – yet again – his fellow workers tended to stop and pause, waiting expectantly for the inevitable nuclear fallout to follow. And today would be no exception.