Not a day goes by that someone doesn’t ask me how I get any work done with so many lurkers hovering around my desk here in the studio. 9 times out of 10, the person asking me that question is a lurker, hovering around my desk here in the studio.
The Shockers Crew lurks in packs. Like a pack of filipino wolves, but with smaller brains.
I had no clue what Sammy and Sinead were bantering about half the afternoon. Most of the jabber was comprised of giggles and whispers, and made people feel really stupid and low. Which means that The Shockers must’ve felt as dumb as a bag of scissors.
Robin’s nickname is Bobby, so when she’s around, we cancel each other out. It’s like a metaphorical Algebra equation, which the Shockers know nothing about. Remember? They’re brainless!