it's like this. when nobody is looking, i chop inane copies to bits. then i sneak up to some unsuspecting reporter and bare my fangs and slap his copy on his head and run. after a few such incidents, the reporter has his revenge. he tells boss, the boss tells his second in command and so on and so forth till i get the copy back, mashed like pulp, but essentially the same, spelling bees and all! like this snippet from a copy that had me offering all sorts of prayers to the almighty.. trimming lazy, runny-nose sentences will surely make me insane. this is just to reassure you that i was sane once!
