(I walk past Lenore's desk to my own and she stops me. She has a fistful of new pens.)
Lenore: (handing me pens) Do you need any new pens?
Me: Uh, no, not really. But thanks.
L: I got these for Ellen but she says she's allergic to rubber. And got a rash. See, these have a rubber grip.
Me: I see.
L: Now I have all these and I guess, I don't know...
Me: Lemme try it. (I take a pen, hold it as if I'm going to write and then grab my chest, fake a heart attack and fall in a nearby chair.)
L: OHMYGOODNESS! Are you okay?
Me: (coming back to consciousness) I'm fine. This is a great pen. Thank you.
L: (confused, playful and a little angry) What? You get out of here mister!