I’m forced onto my knees—hands bound behind me—before my boss’s desk. All I can see is the back of his office chair. He swivels slowly around, fingers tented in front of his evil, smirking face. “Kent,” he says, “I’ve gotten wind that you’re not showing enough enthusiasm. You refrain from office outings, family picnics, company softball games…this is a problem, Kent.” I respond: “Yeah, well, I’m not into watching my nuts shrink into quark-sized—“ my boss rockets across the desk and backhands me across the face. “SHUT UP! We’ve had enough of your uppity refusal to join us in our slow death (which we interrupt with lonely and frantic masturbation sessions), Your time has come!” My boss withdraws a squiggling nightmare of an insect/octopus from his desk and holds it down. It looks at me with reddened, segmented eyes and erupts in squeals and clicks. He grins and says, “I sold my soul for this little beauty. It’s called a sohl-ak’tuan. Once it slimes its way up your nose it will replace your brain with that of the model corporate worker’s.” I grit my teeth and respond: “The hell you say.” I lunge into my pocket, and open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. A flood of eighties action stars bursts into the room. They’re dressed in an assortment of denim, ray-ban sunglasses, and ridiculous headbands. They start dispatching my evil coworkers with rifle-fire. All of them shoot from the hip, and expend WAY more than their clip capacity, just like in the movies. After they’re done, they hoist me to my feet and we all begin high-fiving each other.
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