Screw you, Juan Wigurski

I finally realized the other day: I am a huge corporate geek. I love getting dressed for work, raiding the supply closet, affixing Post-it brand post-it notes to my computer monitor, and beginning emails with "Re:"

I love my cup for my editing pens, making copies in triplicate, being on deadline. I love drinking coffee and turning in my timesheet.

Yes, life is good.

But I need help understanding a coworker of mine -- a middle aged guy with a ponytail and a weirdly soft voice. I can only imagine what is under this man's bed. My boss is an awesome woman who is always getting other people to give me cool things to do (in this alternate world, "cool" means "hyphenating"). One day Creepykins stops by as I'm editing and asks me to go clean out the office fridge. I decided then and there that my autobiography would be called "Screw You ---------" (For Google's sake I'll just say it rhymes with Juan Wigurski). My twist would be that I'd at no point make a mention of who Juan Wigurski is. He would simply represent all the creepy people in my life who ask me to clean out the office fridge of life.

Anywho, Juan strolls by my desk the other day on his cellphone, and I grab a pen immediately, because I know it's gonna be gold.

This is what he said, word for word:

"She's 18, 19, really cute. She's like crying, sobbing...." at this point, just to spite me, the bastard walks away, only to emerge about 20 seconds later "...all of a sudden, she punches herself in the face and is immediately replaced by another one, and it starts all over again."

What does it mean? What's the middle of that story? Is this a porn thing I don't know about? There is money* involved for someone who can help me figure all this out.

* a Susan B. Anthony dollar