QC Data 2
As all three of you who intentionally read this page know once upon a time I worked in a shit hole called QC Data. In this magical place you had your usual mix of fuck ups, satan worshippers, hole lickers and a few decent enough people. I took shit in this place for three years. After working my hole off for two and a half of those years and after being passed over for several promotions I left and joined what I though was to a new dawn, in the guise of A*******. Ahhh, little did I know that I was going from the frying pan to the absolute fucking fire. Every bad thing that happened to me in QC has happened here except multipled by two. The management are twice (at least) as incompetent, the hole lickers are twice as pernicious and now to top it all they're offering the golden opportunity of secondement to a foreign office. Now as ye all know they've already picked the people that they want to go and they'll go through the show of offering it to everybody.
So I suppose what I'm asking for this week is suggestions in how best to kill forty people in a large ground floor office with five exits off the main production floor that will be as painfull as possible for the peole involved......not me obviously. My current plan is a dog shit and broken bottle bomb.
So I suppose what I'm asking for this week is suggestions in how best to kill forty people in a large ground floor office with five exits off the main production floor that will be as painfull as possible for the peole involved......not me obviously. My current plan is a dog shit and broken bottle bomb.
3 Comments:
Its a good idea, but you need some way to secure the doors to prevent escape prior to detonation. What are the doors and frames made from? Wood, plastic, metal?
A distant option is get them all sent to a UK hospital and let flesh-eating viruses do the rest. Speaking of which, do you think anyone would suspect it was you if there was a sudden localised outbreak of ebola in A*******?
The only problem with the old ebola idea is that I'd probbaly contract it as well. You see I want to live long enough to see them suffer. I could go all Jim Jones on them I suppose.....now where did I put that cool aide????
I seem to remember something that happened in Uganda with Idi Amin - something about powercuts in the capital, as the hydro-electric damn kept getting clogged with bodies? At least the crocodiles were well fed.
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