Pure Malevolent Evil
Had a coworker who made our job miserable. Her job title was secretary, but we joked that it was “internet quality control”. In general she was selfish and childish, which we all were, but looked down at us and went to the boss crying when we joked back in retort to jokes like her own.
She was a stick skinny, snobbish, blonde, know-it-all. The straw for me was early on in my employment, my aunt sent me a large jar filled with various candy as a “congratulations”. We went on a video shoot and came back a few hours later to find she had single handedly eaten nearly half the jar.
Later that week, she ate a half dozen donuts I brought in. Our long con was developed shortly after discussing my frustrations with the others on the creative team. “What if…” we posed, “…there was always candy in the jar? What if donuts around our office was a regular thing?”.
We committed to making her fat by means of a strategic campaign wherein we all brought junk food and bags of individually wrapped candies specifically for her consumption.
In 6 months she had put on at least 30 pounds and required a whole new wardrobe. And while 10 years later I don’t feel as beamingly proud of the whole thing as I did then, at the time it was a badge of honor. Story credit: Reddit / Worlds_Best_Coffee