I think it is MINT, the SAUCE of everybody. You know you MUTTON make fun of Hal like that. RAMming things down his throat.
Hal is an **Alpha Male ** among dopers. I wooln’t have you make fun of the poor **lamb ** just because some **wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing ** cow-orker has decided to take advantage of his lamblike innocence. It’s sheer envy on all your parts, taking advantage of him when he’s **half-roasted ** at the end of a hard day of **grazing ** in the meadows of the business world.
Beware of Little Bo Peep when she comes looking for her sheep.
Getting conked on the head by that shepards crook can’t be fun.
Ooh - I wanna play the pun game!
Hmmm … the face of Hal’s new little pal rings a *bell; whether * or not we’ve met, I cannot say.
Hey, Hal. How ewe doin’ ? 
If we pay attention, we can keep this thread on the front page for weeks!
Really, Hal. We do it out of love!
Hal Your pain is our fun!
Don’t worry, when one of us farks up, you can jump elbows first onto the pile on.
Hal’s kinda disappeared.
Is he on the lam?
(I’ll burn for that.)
Aw, Hal, come back, we still love you! 
It’s threads like this that keep me coming back to the SDMB.
Hal Briston - Official sheep shagger for the SDMB.
He’s busy, a dog got loose.
Oh, I’m still here, quietly watching everyone have a good 'ol time at my expense.
All I can say is, thanks for mutton, everyone!
If you’re gonna be all good-natured and self-effacing about this Hal, I gotta tell you, it doesn’t do much for me.
Seriously, you’ve got a good heart to take all this abuse.
(Wait for the punchline…)
Nah.
Don’t tell me Hal’s gone all sheepish?
Here’s a little game to play for you.
No no no, you people are getting it all wrong - it’s velcro gloves and hip-waders. And he was just helping that sheep over the fence…
Either that or they were practicing for the Wheelbarrow Race.
No no…it just take longer for me to post now. You see I have to get back to my desk, use the retinal scanner to disarm the electrocution system, unlock the three padlocks on my drawer, enter the 7-digit code for the drawer to open, put on my scorpion-proof gloves, retrieve my laptop from the scorpion-filled drawer (making sure to pull out the real laptop, not one of the five booby-trapped dummy ones), take off the gloves so the fingerprint login scanner will work, and then through three typed and two voice-activated password screens before I can log in to the Dope.
It takes a bit of time.
::Billy Connelly ON::
Ya know Hal, if yer gonna be shankin’ a sheep, ya best be takin’ her to the edge of a cliff…
Cuz she pushes back better that way…
That seems a reasonable response to your Dope’jacking.
Here’s another little game, Hal.
And I’m surprised the Evil Overlord of Doom is so careless! Must remember this next time we have an initiation ritual…should be easy to get into the Office.