Maybe he wants to talk about Jesus?
'Time Bomb'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Maybe he wants to talk about Jesus?
Compared with all the other paranoia-inducing options that I've already imagined, that would be fine.
You realize this was his plan all along, right? To make you happy to talk about Jesus.
Geez, omnis. Way to be practical and non-work-avoidy and stuff. Bitches is all about the procrastination, man.
It turns out, yes, I do like broccoli stems better when peeled a bit.
Maybe he wants to talk about Jesus?
Or maybe about Xenu.
Or, you know, compare and contract He-Man and Beowulf.
Contract them to do what? I guess if you have a monster to kill.
Hey, how about "Who would win in a fight, Jesus or Xenu?"
Options:
1. Hi, let's talk about Jesus!
2. You're all fired. (That would be mean, since we've already passed around a menu for ordering in for a birthday party on Monday.)
3. We're switching back from 4 10-hour days to 5 8-hour days.
4. Uh, free pie for everyone?
5. I just wanted to freak you all out. Now get back to work.
Narf.
6. Let me tell you about a great business opportunity called Amway.
7. Turn two and the rest are food.
I'm good with 6 and 7.