It's in the fine print at the bottom
No. I'm not going to complain any more. Not today.
How can this be? You can't break the Best Friends In Complaining™ pact. You cannot let me down!
I have a half hour left of work that begs to be filled with complaining. I just need to strangle someone, press my fingers into the soft flesh of their throat until they kick and flail and their face turns blue and then sweet sweet silence. And at this point I don't really care who it is because everyone? (raises voice to insure it carries through most of the building) Everyone is equally deserving of painful, ugly death.
Is that why you just elbowed me in the face to get to the pens sitting on my desk?
Oh, what, are you talking about my pens? The pens you borrowed over a week ago and promised to have them back to me last Friday? You just might deserve death too, pact or no pact.