A deadly man-dyke who prowls the halls of MSA seeking sour patch kids and mindless chatter. If these needs are not met, you will be reported to the head Man-Dyke who will have you summarily executed.
MSA employee: Well, time to sit here and do my mindless job until I can go home and eat myself to death.
The Szossinator: Not on my watch. I will now report you for looking away from the screen for not talking to me or acknowledging my dyke schlong flapping against your overplump jowls.
by Robert Townshend IV March 24, 2009