Already I sense two camps will be forming at work: those who requested and received nose flutes and think they're the greatest things ever, and those who didn't and are about to be driven absolutely fucking batshit insane by them. Too bad I won't be able to hear the protests of the latter over all this sweet, cheery tootling.
Edit, 4:30 a.m.: Larry figured it out: Bohemian Rhapsody should be our centerpiece tune. He's a natural.