Not in Kansas Anymore

So today we played a seriously massive prank on our fellow intern, JSF. Apparently, a tornado touched down nearby, and so my intern manager (yes, he's basically my boss) decides it would be a fantastic idea to prank call the other interns who aren't working this week, and tell them that the tornado ripped through the building and that it was now in ruins.

Now, in order to make the story more believable, we decide to get Coworker X (who also isn't working this week) in on the prank and concentrate the blow towards JSF. We brief Coworker X on the fabricated background story, who then proceeds to call JSF and sell him the story that our coworker just called her while hysterically crying, that she's been told that the building was destroyed, and that everyone was across the street at the gas station minus a couple instructors and our intern manager who all unfortunately went missing.

Naturally taking the bait, he tries calling us immediately, but half of us don't get service in that area and the other half cleverly turned off their cell phones. The one cell phone that we leave on, we don't answer when he calls, and afterwards we listen in on a "two-way" conversation between Coworker X and JSF, who worriedly tells her that he can't get in touch with anyone.

Next, its our turn to jump in. One of us calls JSF back, quickly expresses her worries, and abruptly hangs up on him in mid-conversation. Then we go upstairs, where our intern manager pulls up from the internet a sound file of sirens, which we play in the background as we call and hang up on him again.

He tries calling someone else, and we pass the phone to a different person each time the connection "cuts-off." We all sound worried, scared... when it's my turn, I tell him that FatMan has fainted and that he's bleeding from the head (under the suggestion of our intern manager of course).

He calls the phone of another intern, who we tell to act dumb and pretend that she left work early. She pretends to take it as a joke, and to his dismay tells him that it wasn't funny and hangs up on him.

Predicting his next move, we proceed downstairs where we hear the phone ring. We accidentally miss the call, although he immediately calls back the intern who supposedly went home and reports to her that no one picked up.

Ready to give up the act, she persuades him to call again, and although he refuses at first (for he really thinks it's useless at this point), she gives him the cell phone number of our intern manager, who is standing there beside us ready to expose our plot.

Of course, he calls, and our intern manager answers coolly...

"Hello?"

"Hey, J--, it's S--. Is everything okay?"

"Hey, S--. Yeah, everything's fine."

"Oh... where are you?"

"I'm in the downstairs prep lab. Why?"

"... Nevermind."

He hangs up, and we call him back with our own phones. We're all freely laughing by this point, and we admit to him everything and tell him how much we love him. In response, he laughs, and tells us that he hates us all.

He calls FatMan while we're on the way home, when I again reiterate how much we love him. He's upset that we "took advantage of his love and goodwill," but he brushes it off and admits that it was "very well-played." Finally though, he asks us where we got the idea from...

"So how did you come up with the whole idea? We're you guys like, thinking, 'Oh, let's think of a way to fool S--?'"

"No, it was all [our intern manager]'s idea."

"... I hate that man."

Good times, good times.