“Every year, for centuries, these nauseating Earthlings get together to celebrate the holidays, but this year will be different…this year, I will take over Santa’s workshop, and force those good-for-nothing elves to make some real toys. Behold! I call this Lord Zedd’s hypnospin. Any child who looks at this will become instantly brainwashed. I will put one under every Christmas tree and in every stocking. The children of the world shall become my slaves, ready to do my evil bidding.”
Magee’s home away from home, where she pursues her favorite pastimes all at once, including: promoting inter-department synergy, answering three phones at once, accidentally killing her plants, demanding hot egg nog lattes from Tiny, second-guessing her career choice, listening to her mother wondering why Magee hasn’t given her a grandchild, streamlining workflow, rolling her eyes at Wayne, choreographing new skating routines, designing new jingle bell jewelry, and not reading the deluge of inter-office memos.