We're prone to random outbursts of such things as communal humming, miscellaneous quotage and occasional (bad) impersonations here. It takes the edge off the mind-numbing boredom and lack of adequate pay. Anyway, for some light relief I just came out with "It's too orangey for crows, it's just for me and my dog!" in my best Kia-Ora falsetto. The response from across the room was a deep bass "I'll be your dog!".