Geoff and Michael were kind enough to fly all the way out to Los Angeles to apologize for their dumb, mean, poo-poo prank. That's the only reason they came: to apologize. It was great. They came crawling into the office on their hands and knees, begging our forgiveness. They supplicated themselves at our feet, promising never to prank us again, saying they'd always be true. Geoff flogged himself repeatedly, reciting "Mea culpa, mea maxima maxima culpa" and swore to wear a hairshirt for the rest of his days. Michael only promised us one thing to atone for his sins: the life of his firstborn son. We accepted.