Lord of the Flies - by Alfred McAnus

Following my scenic trip around Toxania, the first thing I see upon entering the edifices of the front door is a new notice.

"The smoke treatment for the Cluster Flies will be taking place on Friday 1st December. Can all members of staff please ensure they have left the premises by 6pm....Please ensure that no food products are left out."

I was immediately tickled pink. Do the Cluster Flies know they are getting a treat? Do we need to form a team too? If so, I suggest the Huddled Hornets.

NB: I have also realised that these flies clearly know shit/evil when they see it. If there are in your office, get out whilst you can.