Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell2013

Satan:
How are you ladies settling in?

Lee:
[whispers]

Satan:
Claude touched you?

Claude:
Wait, no! Uh, she touched me first. She melted my hand. I was just helping her set up her e-mail.

[Lee shows evidence by bringing the book "Leaves of Grass" and a condom that Claude handed out to her]

Satan:
Oh, Claude. Poetry and colored condoms? Gentlemen, I did a whole presentation on this, and inter-office romance is strictly forbidden.

Claude:
Well, I have a bombshell to drop. Gary moved the copier in front of his cube so that he and Lee --

[as Claude was about tattle the sex between Gary and Lee, Lee uses her body powers from her leg that grew an hand under the table by burning Claude's crotch]

Satan:
G-Gary, what's he talking about?

Gary Bunda:
I don't know. I don't know what's he's talking about, Satan! And now he's smoking, and I find it disgusting. [fake coughs]

Satan:
Gary's right, Claude. Please take the smoking down to the loading dock.