Me [Frustrated]: It's getting closer. Coworker: Oh no. Me: Yes. It's going to happen. Coworker: Plan B? Me: No. Not that. Coworker: We're going to duel to the death? Me: No. Worse. Coworker: Oh no. Oh God no. Me: Say it. Coworker: I'm going to have to take over your position. Me: Can you think of anything worse? Coworker: There is nothing worse than that. Me: You're going to have to man up. You're going to have to grow another set of balls. Maybe four or five of them. Coworker [trembling, whispering]: I don't think that's going to be enough.