As is customary with our
|Yes, that's a disco ball.|
The plot thickened when Robs announced that she got engaged on the last day of her holiday - now, her desk not only had to say "We're bitter that you went on holiday" but also "Congrats, dude!"
And then, a beautiful pun was born.
|Congratulations on your enCAGEment!|
After the big reveal and the explanation of the pun and then the dawn of realization and then the laughter, Robyn's desk went relatively back to normal, but there was one glaring problem.
What does one do with around a hundred Nicolas Cages?
|A question many prank-inclined philosophers have battled with.|
At first they all got stuffed in the bottom drawer of my desk. But then... something started happening.
It started off simply enough...
Then it got kinda abstract...
|enCAGE... or N*Cage, if you prefer|
Then it got kinda meta...
Then it got confusing...
|birdCAGE in a CAGEbirdcage|
I took some requests...
|A glass CAGE of emotion|
The glitter glue and rolly-stamps did not go unused...
I'm sad to say I found this amusing for much longer than everyone else. The thought the magic had faded. BUT THE MAGIC WILL NEVER FADE.
|Not with the mighty powers of Nicolas MAGE|
Do forgive me.
It's just a Cage I'm going through.