I got told afterwards by studio management that the dudes dressed like mobsters standing at doorways around the office that I'd been poking fun at all day were on a JTF 'training mission' and were unamused by my bullshit. (fuck that sounds more and more hinky as time goes on: the manager said he was buds with an officer who asked to use the office space...during work hours...to train for bodyguard missions). Big dudes, clean cut (pre Afghan beard look), bulky business suits, definitely packing.
Definitely the wrong guys to laugh at anyway. I was way into a 'fuck The Man' phase at the time. Oh to be young...