Imagine this scenario.
You’re sitting at your relic of a computer, typing away another poorly written scoop from someone who is more likely than not fucking with you. Every slight movement of your body causes a mountain of papers that have been on your floor for multiple decades at this point to flutter into a new pile, never to be touched again. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you see someone step into the room. Knocking over another clutter of dilapidated files from Vince McMahon’s steroid trial, you see her. Standing in the doorway is the woman of your dreams. You can feel your hands start to get clammy as she takes a quick glance around, her figure inching closer and closer to you. Finally, she grabs you by the collar, eyeing you up curiously before beginning to speak in her young voice that just drives you crazy.
“So, you think I’m sexy Meltzer-san?”
What do you do?
