Nymtoc won't stop planking. At work he lays down on his desk, across the boss's feet, and on the table at the workplace cafeteria. He gets home and lays across the driveway, on the roof, and then on the kitchen counter.
It has replaced all of his favorite activities, and everyone is worried. His furbie troop has gathered dust. As has his special x-ray "see everybody naked" glasses, and his knitting supplies.
"What to do? What to do?" says his wife, pacing, wringing her hands.
Nymtoc just lays on the dresser and watches her. See? That's how he is.
