Why did the chicken cross the road?
To get to the other side.
Sarah is sitting at her desk. The phone rings. “Sarah Walker.” she answers. In hushed tones she repeats, “The traps are set?” “Poison fumes?” “Hundreds will die?” Her cubicle neighbor hears, and comes over. “What’s going on, Sarah? Hundreds will die???” Sarah looks at him with amazement, and replies, “Relax! It’s just my exterminator!”