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Gary shakes his head. "He wanted to know the punchline. I asked Barnswallow Bill where spaghetti and sauce go to dance and he was like, 'it's the meat ball'. And I told Hector, 'yo that's sounds like it's it, that's pretty funny bro' and Hector was like, 'nah I don't think that's it' and me and Barnswallow Bill were like, 'DUDE that's gotta be it bro,' and Hector was all, 'yeah the meat ball is pretty good but I feel like that's not it. Barnswallow Bill thought of that in like two seconds, the professional comedy guys they got working at the popsicle factory are probably gonna take this shit to a whole nother level.' So he crawled out to grab the popsicle stick and the Peruvians shot him to shit," Gary finishes the tale of his rough afternoon.
"And was it?" you ask him.
"Huh?" Gary raises an eyebrow.
"Was it the meat ball?"
Gary nods. "Yeah."
You put your elbows to the desk and put your chin in your hands. "Jesus..." you say as you and Smilin' Gary stew in silence for a moment. Eventually your lean back in your chair and stare solemnly out the window. "That's a good joke," you whisper.

What do you do?

A) Offer grief counseling to any gang members that may need it.
B) Conduct a workplace safety training seminar.
C) There's a stack of resumes in your drawer. Time to interview candidates to replace Hector.
D) Contact Hector's next of kin regarding his life insurance benefits.
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You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave.