I turned to ask Janet if she was ready to get lunch. Janet was sitting with her nose touching the computer screen, screaming with her mouth closed. I was surprised that the muffled scream was so quiet. Her neck was red and her veins were bulging around her eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
Janet didn't answer. Janet pressed her nose further into the computer screen.
"Are you still collecting that product info? God, that must be a pain."
Janet screamed into her own bloated mouth again.
I noticed Janet was holding a scissors in her left fist. I decided that maybe I should go to lunch without Janet today.