While spying on my so called “superiors”, I overheard this:

<monkey in a suit with a gun> So what do you think of that Lara Croft?

<Gentlemen> I think quite highly of her.

<monkey in a suit with a gun> Why would that be?

<Gentlemen> She’s under the table, giving me a handjob right now.

<monkey in a suit with a gun> Intriguing. Any chance I could get in on that?

<Gentlemen> Why not? She’s the klan **** after all.

Upon hearing this, I stabbed Gentlemen’s thigh with a fork that had found it’s way to the floor and stormed out of the room. I’d rather work solo then alongside them any longer.