There's a guy in my office that recently started wearing Hawaiian shirts every day. And I'm a little jealous, because he looks so fucking comfortable! And it's appropriate, too, because now he'll just be the Hawaiian shirt guy in the office. Some guys can pull it off. Usually guys with substantial, prominent, lustful guts. The problem with the office Hawaiian shirt guy is that there can be only one. So, in true Highlander fashion I must fight this man (probably in the parking garage) and take his status as Hawaiian shirt guy.
Never mind. He's kind of a doofus. I don't want to be the office doofus, too. Queen probably ain't on the soundtrack for a fight between two office doofuses.