I’m taking most of the department to Mexico for a silly system audit. Just in case the plane goes down while traveling there, thus killing not only yours truly but also my employer’s entire ERP support team (thereby teaching him a valuable lesson), I feel it important to prepare the proper words for my headstone. Just in case:
Here he lies, it’s Mr. Ass
We’re storing him beneath the grass
Until one day the aliens land
And dig him up from under the sand
Please carry him to a far off place
Use his genes for the master race
Breed him with some alien lass
And create again, our Mr. Ass
Do the alien lasses have tentacles, purple slimy skin, and some form of reproductive system which is reasonably compatible with ours? If so, sign me up too!
I would expect no less from Mister Ass’s male progeny.