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| This is Mr. Chum, my inflatable shark. |
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| Usually Mr. Chum hung above my desk at work. One day I got to work and Mr. Chum was missing. On my desk was this strange looking envelope. |
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| Inside the envelope was a series of pictures showing Mr. Chum in a number of rather compromising positions, making it perfectly clear that he had been sharknapped. Here we see Mr. Chum covering for the receptionist. |
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| Mr. Chum apparently has a great nose for detail. While sharks are not generally known for their word processing skills, here we see Mr. Chum bring new meaning to the phrase "hunt and peck." |
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| Here we catch a rare glimpse into Mr. Chum's more social side, as he plays a few rounds with Natasha D. at the foosball table. I certainly hope Natasha let him win! Sharks can be poor losers. |
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| Any shark can answer the phones and type out a memo or two in Microsoft Word, but photocopying as well? Call me paranoid, but at this point I really thought that shark was angling for my job. |
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| I searched high and low for Mr. Chum, but it wasn't until two weeks later when I happened to spot a fin sticking out from under a desk that we were at last reunited. I suspect the evil Lyn G. had a hand in the affair (for her part, she never denied it), but in the interest of office harmony I decided not to press charges. |
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