Banana-rama

OK, so Fatty is sitting in his office and there is a banana peel wedged in his air vent.
Yes, teetering only four feet above his chubby little head is a nasty, rotting banana peel.
Tommy Boy put it there a couple days ago when Fatty (aka The Breather) was out to lunch. He put it there after some prodding from a few of us at The OOD. We thought it would be funny.
You see, Fatty hates bananas. Once after Tommy Boy discarded a peel in a trash can near his desk he almost gagged and then in a huff marched outside and flung it into the parking lot.
"Some squirrel will eat it," he grumbled.
Knowing Fatty's disdain for the yellow fruit Tommy Boy thought it would be hilarious to torment him with a phantom banana smell that would waft through his office every time the AC comes on.
But as of end of business day Friday that darn banana was still up there and Fatty is still clueless.
I even tried to drop hints the other day and asked Fatty what his least favorite smell was.
"I hate bananas," he grunted.
We continued to talk about bananas for a few minutes while Tommy Boy listened and tried to contain his laughter.
"Wow, with all this talk about bananas I think I actually smell one," I said.
Fatty just shrugged, looked clueless (as he usually does) and just ignored me.
I hope that banana stays up there.