Oh no, not the Pizza of Doom!

Yeah, they fed us today -- the Pizza of Doom. Of course, this agency serves pizza one Friday a month anyway, so this was a coincidence. And it is much easier to get the word that the project is over when the arrival of pizza is simply a coincidence. Nonetheless, the swordfish is on the deck, gills flapping. Some folks might be called back for a while next week, but information is scarce. Might be everybody, might be nobody. Party's over, folks. Go on home, there's nothing to see here.