The Truth Behind Orville Redenbacher

These fuckers. I work in this office with these stupid fuckers. God do I hate them. God how I want to make them miserable.

If only there were some way. Some way to forever make all office workers unhappy. Ruin their days just the tiniest bit. I could go to my grave happy if I only knew that these dirty dirty fuckers were just a little unhappy and it was thanks to good ol’ Orville.

Wait a minute. Maybe. Yes. Maybe a substance that goes in the microwave. A delicious treat that goes in the microwave and stinks up the whole office. Heh. This is way better than my last idea, shooting a rocket launcher into my office.

If I could just invent this substance, promote it like a nice snack for people to have wherever there’s a microwave, all of a sudden every office is hindered by this stench. First delicious and irresistible. Then slowly turning into the reek of old horse pee.

Bwahahah!