“You incompetent morons!” yelled the boss, the veins in his forehead bulging. “Do I have to do everything myself?”

With each booming word, the necks of the cohorts seem to sink deeper and deeper into their chest cavities. Had it not been for the sheer magnitude of the stupidity involved, he would have been awed by the giant pile of tools that now stood before him.

“I told you to round up every spammer within ten mile radius -- not every spanner! Now get these things back to their rightful owners!”

The cohorts nodded in fright and scurried away.