It's a bat'leth, You filthy p'tahk.

I try to be professional here at work. But the desire to talk about the poster is making that nigh impossible. It doesn't matter if a VP or Director of Your-Division-Here comes into my cube. I'm all: Look! It's the Fruit Fucker! A bloodied cardboard tube! And he rolls 20s! Isn't that awesome?!
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