Rat faces

I work in research. The rat feces lab is right across the hall from the rat faces lab, and each looks down on the others’ work and think that it is silly and pointless. Sometimes the rat faces lab throws rat faces into the rat feces lab, and sometimes the rat feces lab throws rat feces into the rat faces lab. And on it goes, every goddamn day– feces flying, faces flapping, feces fuming, faces festering. The only winners, of course, are the rats, except those poor bastards have to part with their faces and feces. This place is wild.