When we worked in the office, I noticed a Developer Keith often ate flapjacks from our vending machine. I started some bantz with a colleague called Josh who had a wild imagination and then it became a bit of a running joke.
These conversations are from some old chat logs I found.
Me 10:39:
have you noticed that Keith likes Flapjacks?
Josh 10:40:
lmao
yeah I have actually
Me 10:40:
that's the worst thing I can come up with for him
Josh 10:40:
love Keith, such a pleasant man
i know that's like his worst feature
im convinced he's a sleeper agent for our government
and he's got a silenced pistol in his drawer
in the event of a terrorist attack he'll preserve the technical staff
Me 10:44:
good theory
Josh 10:41:
I'm a bit concerned about Keith
he came up to me yesterday outside my house and asked me if I was interested in a metric ton of those flapjacks
apparently he "knows a guy"
Josh 14:01:
is he writing out the ingredients listed on the back of the flapjack packet again?
Me 14:03:
one day he will work out the recipe
Josh 14:03:
hahahah
that 0.1% missing, but vital ingredient he can't pinpoint
Josh 16:36:
bumped into des
we were discussing our mutual theories of Keith's secret agent/sleeper government agent mission
we both can't be wrong..
Me 09:53:
just so you know, Keith has already ate his flapjack
Josh 09:53:
wtf
already?
Dude can you get together a Flapjack Crisis Meeting
?
I'll call in backup
Me 09:56:
looks like he has 2 coffee cups as well
something isn't right
Josh 09:56:
hold him down
im coming in right now with flapjack concentrate
i reckon 50ml in a pinhead syringe should do
do we have alcoholic wipes to disinfect the injection area?
something isn't right
lol
anyone looking at these conversations would think we're the odd ones, right heheh? idiots.... :^)
Me 10:00:
50% of our conversations start with Flapjack
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