If I hear your fucking flip-flops in our corporate office flapping past my door again, I'm going to chop off your feet. Honestly. Just cause its spring, it don't mean I want to see that fourth little hammer shaped toe and your skankass toe nails. I have as much of a foot fetish as the next guy, but do you really want to see that much of your coworkers? (Keep in mind that generally I have a really hot girl to me ratio for a publishing house)