"Silently stalking the slender hallways between fabric-lined walls of a mere five feet in height, the engineer moved, a Nerf Wildfire tucked tightly under his left arm. Slowly he spots his quary, he signals the others, six others move like snakes through the maze-like structure. Everyone is in position when the signal goes off. At 2:11 PM exactly while the marketing department was returning from it's weekly "power lunch", the Engineers struck back. The rapid clack-clack as the Nerf guns released thier hail of red and yellow death, the spinning rings from the Koosh Vortex snipers and the soft *spwish* as koosh balls landed on unprotected heads. Marketing, taken by suprise and lulled by the heave pasta from the italian resturaunt down the street didn't stand a chance.
The Cubicle Terrorist
is usually a member of Engineering or some other such technical
s in general) and has had enough of the crap delivered to them by other department
s (how many times can you explain "what you do here" to everyone
you meet), so they strike back in symbolic ways through the use of children
well I do at least.