Frustrated with your insane boss, you decide to do something about him. you walk over to the elevator, put up with the teeth-grindingly-bad elevator music, and go down to the third floor. You walk over to the meeting room, straighten your clothes, and then walk in the door.
"Hey GWG, you're late. we were just talking about you. sit down already."
Ignoring his words you walk over to Stan.
"Um, GWG, unless you're about to confess your undying love to me, you need to get in your seat. it's right over there, next the John."
You hate John. he has this annoying habit of chewing, loudly, with his mouth open, while leaning over your shoulder and staring at your work and computer screen. He's also an idiot, and asks the dumbest questions you've ever heard. You have absolutely no intention of putting up with sitting next to him again.
"Forget this"
Abandoning your human disguise you swell up, bursting through your coffee-stained work clothes and filling the entire room.
"What the-"
Followed by eating Stan.
The other employees are screaming, someone is calling the police, the fire department, anyone who will listen to them, and John appears to be... getting massivly turned on by the spectacle, and is trying to make out with your tail.
You hate John.
What now?