Secret Message

I think Robert is trying to employ ancient Chinese torture on me! Or, maybe he’s sending me secret messages in Morse Code? He’s rocking in his fat chair with his fucking desk lap pointed right at me!! It’s maddening.

Huh? What’s that Rob? “** -*- -* --- *--. ** -*- -* --- *-- -*-- --- **- **** *- - * -- *.”
Rob, everyone knows I hate you, stop texting your mom, turn off your damn light, & get back to work.