After my disastrous attempt last week to rein in the rowdy Deltas, I have decided to keep a low profile for a while, in hopes of avoiding any further embarrassment. Unfortunately, I don’t think the Deltas are done with me — lately I have begun to find that things in my office are moved and hidden when I am not there, and several times I’ve found a mysterious gooey slime inside my emptied lunch box before I even have a chance to eat the green tripe I bring. If I can catch the Deltas in the act of pulling these pranks, perhaps I can convince the Dean that the whole beer incident was a setup, and get them removed from the campus.
Now, if I could just figure out why it’s always so cold in here …
I set up a number of webcams around my office, but they never capture those responsible for these crazy pranks — and yet, the pranks persist. How is this possible?
The atmosphere in my office grows stranger by the moment … is someone watching me? Who is moving my fedoras around? Why do I hear heavy breathing right behind me?
At last, through careful analysis of the facts and the elimination of impossibilities, I can only come to the conclusion that my office is haunted!
Fleeing my office, I take refuge in the lounge, where by bizarre coincidence the television is showing a commercial for a service for which I have an unexpected immediate need!
I quickly call up the Ghostbusters and explain my situation, and they agree to come out and deal with it immediately. They seem very eager to take care of the situation. It’s refreshing to see a company that is so motivated; I have no doubt that I will soon be rid of that pesky ghost. Then I can go back to my office and get everything straightened out in there, because I am Dennis the Vizsla, and I never give up.