I’m at the office, staring after powerpoint after powerpoint. The slides begin to morph together…the presenter’s voice becomes a hive of insects burrowing into my mind, poisoning it with a slow-burning hypnosis…I see the screen in front of me morph into a giant grinning demon. I’m paralyzed; I can’t speak. My mouth is open and drool slips from my lips. One of my coworkers chuckle evilly. “We set you up Kent. You’re the newest guy here and you get the best cubicle? You think that just because you maintain a healthy lifestyle and are more well-endowed than all of us that you DESERVE that? Not a chance. This powerpoint presentation has been designed to overcome your psychic defenses and render you helpless. Now we’re gonna move you to the basement.” With an extreme effort, I manage to get out, “How. Did. You. Resist.” They chuckle. “We’ve been watching these things for YEARS. This is well within our tolerance range.” With numbed, stiffened fingers I fumble my eReader open to Echo. Magic flash. LOTR theme plays and Gandalf Greyhame appears, swinging his magic staff, flinging liquid demons-bane across their faces, causing them to hiss and melt into their true goblin-forms. They scamper off. Suddenly I can move again and he shoves a glowing sword into my hands. He gives me a hard smile and pats my shoulder. “Powerpoints are a heinous magic, forbidden among even the Ringwraiths.” We race off together, laying low corporate demon-goblins left and right, and I’m grinning from ear-to-ear.