Crazy? Crazy to me.

"Yeah, he looks crazy to me," John said to Jon. It was Hal's tie, of course, that caused such an upheval at the office. He didn't where his Tuesday Tie like everybody else. John and Jon were very concerned. "Dammit," Hal thought, "I knew I should have gone with Tuesday." It had been a long Monday night at the office, and Hal had stopped off at the local diner for some coffee. He got a cup to go, but when he brought it back to the car, it of course landed all over his dry cleaning- spilling particularly dark coffee all over his Tuesday Tie. He washed it as soon as he got home, and got all the stains out. When he woke up, however, he wasn't feeling very Tuesday. He felt more like Saturday. So Hal did a very unHal thing. He went to his closet and picked out Saturday's Tie. "Let's kill him, John" Jon said to John. "Yes," said John, "we must protect the rest of the pride." Jon looked at John, tears welling up in his eyes, "Oh, my babies, my babies... John we really must think about my babies." John patted Jon on the back, "It'll be okay," he said, "I'll do it. I'll do it on Saturday... it'll be easy, he'll be the only bloke wearing a Tuesday Tie." Jon smiled, "You're right, of course, you're always right," he said and then he passed out. Jon had gotten too excited. John passed out shortly afterward, but only because he had just done a whippit. Hal was still standing there wondering if John or Jon knew that he had been listening to their conversation. As he stared down at their passed out bodies, he also wondered what their chests would look like if they were deep fried in butter. Then he laughed. "Maybe I am crazy," he thought.