Trollaxor spins a tale so vile and horrid it can only be about one thing: an Office Christmas party! Well, it is more like a lemon party than a Christmas party. If you dare click here you can see the whole horrid Linux party, or you can take shuddering, teary-eyed comfort with the following quote to get you all ready:

They two Linux developers slowly turned and looked me straight in the eye, evil grins smeared across both of their bearded faces.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” was all I could force out of my mouth. I still wasn’t believing I was seeing this.

Saying nothing, both of the Linux guys rushed me. Being in such a tense state, I threw both of them off and made a break for the door. And the fucking thing wouldn’t open. In the following two seconds that seemed like an eternity, the door was pushed open my way and two more Linux coders came in. Upon seeing what was happening, they immediately grabbed me and were joined by the first two. I was trapped. Then the one guy, who was a dead-ringer for Rasputin, the mad Russian monk, gazed into my eyes and said in a feminine voice, “Looks like Mr. Party is gonna get a taste of the real action!” and cackled insanely.

Cold sweat spurted from the pores on my foreheads and cheeks as I was dragged by the four stinking, polluted hippies into the same stall their previous victim was in.

“Thanks for the pizza and beer,” Rapsutin said, “now it’s time for the weeners and buns!”

Merry Christmas!