See that there? I think it's the monthly unveiling of the full moon.
Not only that, but judging by the confessions of two of the five boys in our office this morning, it's also "that time of the month":
Mr Russia (scowling, growling and fiery): "I'm so crab-byyyyy! I think it's that time of the month."
Mr Funky Glasses (mildly agitated, more precise and matter of fact): "It's my second day of that time of the month."
Sorry boys, but suck it up- you have no concept of that time of the month- so zip your lips, and forever hold your peace. Because if you ever ever complain about "that time of the month" when us girls are actually ploughing through "that time of the month", you just might get your balls slammed.
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