Each person entering the break room was asked the same basic question:

"Would you eat a Hershey's bar if it was held, clenched, between J's butt cheeks?"

This was a round-about way of musing, publicly, why anyone would eat the girl scout thin mint cookies that had been abandoned, naked, without a wrapper or box, on the surface of the break room table. (The cleanliness of our break room table is assumed to be near par with J's ass.)

The mystery, of course, was that these cookies were slowly being consumed and that someone among us was glutton enough to consume them.

When E was asked the question he replied, "Dude, I'm diabetic." To which N replied, "So let me understand this. If you weren't diabetic, you'd consider it?"