teradoration:

Imagine a monster with a distorted face that can only speak in crackles and clicks. He looks and sounds so ominous that noone ever gives him a chance, preferring to run away screaming, but you stand your ground as he creeps closer. He looms over you, his breath stirring your hair, and your heart pounds as you look into his terrifying eyes. Finally, he drops something onto the floor at your feet – a crudely wrapped Christmas present.

“Oh – thanks,” you say, surprised, and he gives you the widest, toothiest grin you’ve ever seen.

Looks like you’ve just found your plus-one to the office Christmas party.