Bob had gone so far as to wear a hive t-shirt now, as if his constant shilling and pushing us to give it a try wasn't annoying enough. While trying to ignore him when we noticed he was staring angrily at his screen and then shouted:
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"Bob's gonna be rich!" He thrust his fists into the sky, in victory, briefly showing the most enthusiasm ever seen in an office since the time everyone got evacuate during a past September. As he turns to face the coworkers who had just entered, the room went dark. Power out.