Brief fun with T

"Bruce Frisbee."

I'm walking around her desk and this is what she says to me as she's typing up invoices (with one finger, I believe).

"What?"

Again. "Bruce Frisbee."

Still not making any more sense. So I just stare at her.

"You know...FRISBEE?" She mimics the act of throwing the eponymous disc across the reception area.

"Yeah..."

"That's his name. I just like it."

"Ah. Ha. I see."