Urgh, still tech support?

Your spirit pouts but your mind feels relieved as you see 'Tech support', sign on the door. There's a small screen next to the door that usually would be used showing the availability for meeting rooms, but someone has hacked it into playing a gif of Gandalf gleefully jamming to some unheard tune with some desktop strippers in front of him. You snort at the sight and decide the people in here are your kinsmen.

"Glad you could make it, Em," a pretty small and wiry black guy calls out from his desktop, flipping a pair of futuristic sunglasses up to his forehead with a flick of his head to give you a nod and a wink. "The phones are already beginning to buzz," he says as you hear a insistent beeping tone from one of the desks that looks to be yours.

"Aw, come on Winston," a pretty obese guy with pink hair stuck behind three screens in a corner says in retort, his cadence hints to many years being an authoritarian DM, eloquent but with a slight lisp. "You can handle her calls as well as she does," he adds and gives Winston a smug smile.

You realize you remember both of these guys from your previous workplace, though it was out stacking shelves and not being in tech support. Winston Cook's a funny and quippy guy and pink-hair is Charles Ecks-Savior, your average internet warrior who is smart and likes to show it off, but not disciplined enough to invest time and money into making it big.

"Do I sound like the sort of guy that a woman having problems turning on, or off, her sex toy would want advice from?" Winston says in a high-speed counter retort as he slips his glasses back down as he gives the pink haired man the stink eye. All in jest, but he's certainly wearing his emotions on his sleeves. "Em does the sex toy coddling and customer fluffing, we do the back-end support. The girls and boys give Em a five star for excellent support and we all profit from being the best tech support in the state!"

"And Charles does the gays," you say with a smile as you sit down and put on your headphones, causing Winston to chuckle and Charles to groan. "Because, as we know, they like your voice more than mine, and you just have to role play the Harry Potter evil potion wizard!"

"Exactly," Winston says while firing a pair of finger-guns at the both of you. "Teamwork makes the dream work!"

"Fine, fine," Charles says in a resigned tone with a bit more fry in his voice that makes the gay men swoon. "Teamwork makes the dream work," he adds before putting his own headset on to answer a call.

You remember that in the unisex toilet stalls nearby (next to the shower units), there's a triple unit with glory holes installed into the middle stall. And on the three doors the text "Teamwork makes", "the dream" and "work" is printed on the front. And you're pretty sure you've given these two boys a few hand jobs on days they've been doing a lot of work for you.

Cheeky boys! You're not sure if you should reward them the usual way or invent some more amusing fate for them.

Or... damn! You are so scatterbrained! Is this the side-effects of that gun messing with your reality? Or is it the sneaky vibrating egg someone's slipped into your chair, turning it on slowly so you didn't notice it before your toes began curling where you sat cross legged in your seat?