12 folks, all flavours, each in a cube.
A walks past B's cube:
B: Hey Butthead, didja get those prints amended?
A: Shoot! No! Thanks for reminding me, Dogbreath!
A goes off, smiling, to amend prints.
Later:
Boss: Hey A and B, I heard from C that you guys are dissing each other and swearing; cut it out y'hear?
A & B:
Anyone see a problem here?
Chris
Don't count the days, make the days count
Muhammad Ali