Betty Hole-Punch

Zon stood at the copy machine, trying to remember how to copy documents into his computer terminal.  As he stood there, intently focused on the instructions printed on the front of the machine, Betty entered the small room and stopped next to him.

"How you like my work?"  She smiled at him, and patted herself on the shoulder.  Zon looked at her with confusion.
"What?"
"I think I did a really good job cleaning," Betty said, gesturing to the counter behind Zon.  Zon smiled at her, politely. 
"I don't really come in here enough to know what it looked like before, but it looks good now."  Betty seemed to take that as an invitation to start talking at Zon, which she did.  As she described what she had done, she walked to each part of the counter, as if she were reliving every grungy moment.
"It was just such a mess over here.  The staplers didn't have any staples in them, and this basket [gesture] was over here [gesture] where nobody could use it, so the pens and paper clips were [gesture] all over the place.  And [gesture to a box] this was empty, and it was just so dusty and dirty [roll up her nose], and the electric..."  As Betty continued to describe what she had done, Zon became aware of his inner monologue.
How the hell do I go back to my copying politely?  I don't care, lady!  I think you're stupid and I have other things to do!  None of this is in your job description in the first place, why do you think you're in charge of any of it?!  If I turned around now and stopped paying attention to you, would that be rude?  Why do I give a FUCK about being rude??  YOU'RE the one who just inserted yourself into my work-day without asking, you fucking bitch!
Zon's inner monologue ran out of things to say, making mental room for Betty, who had not run out of things to say and was still saying them.
"...crumbs behind the toasters, and people are just so filthy.  Did you ever use the electric stapler?"
Zon looked at Betty.  Betty took that as a sign to keep talking.
"It wasn't even working anymore, so I took it down to supply and had them order another one.  The electric part wasn't..."
Your boobs are too low.  I wonder if the story I heard about you peeing in a cup and putting that cup on Sammy's desk is really true.  I wonder if you've peed in your coffee mug right now.
"...but they didn't notice.  You know, my husband and I..."
You're fucking married?!
"...clean up around the house.  We clean up after ourselves and we clean up after each other.  I mean, we live in the house.  But we like to keep it looking like... well, you know, like a model home.  It looks clean."
You're a fucking cunt.
"I mean, we cook.  And we do our bathroom duties.  But we wash dishes and put them away.  And we clean up after ourselves in the bathroom."
I haven't showered for a month, you fuck.  I want to rub my ass-cheese all over your mouth and lips.
"When I see people leaving crumbs over there by the toasters..."
I want you to come to my house just to watch you literally explode and die.
"...it makes you wonder..." she lowered her voice, like she was going to say a racial slur or talk about The Cancer, "...just how do these people live??"
"We people" (fucker) actually live.  You (cunt-stick) survive inside a Ziploc baggie with hand sanitizer, afraid of life and what is out there, you miserable fuck.
Zon returned to the copier without fanfare.  Betty continued.
"I wonder if they've got that electric stapler in yet, I'll go check supply and see."
Betty exited.  Zon breathed relief and resumed his investigations with the copier.  Before he could complete his task, Betty returned with the electric stapler in tow.  She put the stapler down, then addressed Zon's back.
"Do you think people use the three-hole-punch more than the two-hole-punch?"  Zon bent forward, focusing more attention on the copier.  Betty took that as a sign to keep talking.  "I would imagine the three-hole-punch.  I'm going to take the two-hole-punch back to supply."
Zon's fantasy became clear.
He turned around and kicked Betty in the throat.  She dropped everything, her boobs bobbled on her knees as she fell backwards, gasping for breath.
"Don't take away things that might be helpful to other people, curr!  You don't know what people use here so keep both hole-punch thingys!!"  Zon stepped on her toes, and each one popped like a water balloon filled with blood and gelatinous bone material that spewed out with each rupture.
"Quit fucking up everything!  Leave everybody else's business alone!  Make your world the way you need to and leave mine alone!  Quit fucking up EVERYTHING!  And stop the goddam talking, whore!!  Shut the fuck up!  Shut the fuck up!  SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"  Zon kicked Betty in the face, and her head popped and blood, brains and bones flew everywhere, drenching the world in death matter.
Zon decided to copy things later and left the room.