"Good luck in your meeting!"

“Boss?”

“Yes, Janet?”

“As you know, I have a very important company-wide meeting in fifteen minutes. It’s with all the department heads, plus representatives from eight other corporations and a journalist from the Blaze. It’s vital that I’m able to convince them to respect me.”

“I do know that, Janet, yes.”

“Given the importance of this meeting,” says Janet, “do you think it would be too much trouble to finally turn off the custard? I don’t mean to be a bother, but it’s been going on all day, and I’m really beginning to find it rather uncomfortable.”

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that, Janet, but until maintenance is able to find the source of the leak there’s very little I can do to fix it. It’s these old buildings, you know.”

“Some of the secretaries are complaining,” says Janet, in a measured tone. “They don’t like the way the custard gets into their clothes. It’s starting to affect the quality of their work.”

“That’s unfortunate, Janet. We certainly can’t afford a drop in quality. I tell you what, I can’t do anything about the custard, but there’s steps we can take to prevent the discomfort of it getting into their clothes.”

“EEEEEEEEK!”

“What was that, Janet?”

“I… I… I mean, I… thank you, boss.”

“You’re welcome, Janet,” you say, with a smile on her face. The gorgeous, voluptuous redhead stands before you, stark naked, still covered in custard, clearly dying to cover up but knowing it’s not allowed. From the open-plan office come the squeals of thousands of secretaries, who’ve just discovered themselves in similar positions. “Good luck in your meeting!”

“...thank you, boss.”