Chapter I - The Gathering

With complete disregard to his superiors status, Peter Tobrowsky shouted - "YOU IDIOT".
Although, it's tough to come to a general consensus if the expressions on his peers were of pure laughter or of sheer grief, much can be said about the pale face of his boss.
It would have been hasty to say that the man was in a state of shock. Well, it's no doubt that shock did feature on his face for what seemed like a minute or two but that was merely the beginning of what a certain biologist, whose presence did nothing more than bore the group, mention to be analogous to mutative reactions of the Sperm Whale during the proactive summer season.

It would do injustice to Peter, to mention the fate of the biologist at this juncture but lest it be forgotten, it can be concluded that two broken teeth and swollen tongue sadly robbed him of the ability to pronounce Sperm of the Sperm Whale.

The man, who was to become popular for quite a long term in the office as "Idiot", no doubt went through a turbulent mixture of feelings in his mind and his aching heart, resulting in the precipitation so deeply red that his face, which was pale, had drained all the blood to his clenched fists.
Had it been pin drop silent around the place, many had reasoned that they could have clearly heard the man's teeth grind against themselves for a while, but alas, with the moaning and groaning of the same certain biologist, it was hard to hear such subtle noises.
The egoistic mathematicians who had, quickly, not only gathered around the scene, but also had counted the number of minutes for which the "Idiot" stood motionlessly, the number of women who had actually gathered, the diagonal distance amongst the shortest of them and the heaviest of them, and many more of such divine facts, were quick to note that - resting all within the boundaries of mathematics, as a solid structure has a certain volume, the clenched fists could hold no more blood in them and it all gushed back into the face.
The chemists, who until then had tried hard to figure out a way to churn a poison out of the clothing of one of their less fortunate colleagues, mentioned that it was time the reaction turned violent.
While the "Idiot" shot forward and landed a thick punch into Peter's face, the chemists abandoned their hope of extracting poison and had driven the clothing deep into the throat of the same certain biologist hoping it would do the job.
The scene had turned violent and was just the way Peter had imagined it to turn out.