Of course it was by the biggest fruit in our company... There I was, trying to fix the banging in my head from a outstanding Friday night and this creep walks by me shaking his head. I contimplated offering him a swig but then I thought better. So we get up in our office, I try and make small talk with him but he can't even look at me. It's at this point I noticed he pissed himself. I ask him if we can keep this between the two of us, he mumbles something while shakingly staring at his computer. Out of no where he jumps up, tears streaming from his face, yelling something about being a lover, not a fighter. He left his bag here, should I go drop it off at his house or could he have an empty cop car sitting outside waiting for me?