“Why does the ceiling smile?” asked Gavin, staring resolutely downwards.
“It **doesn't**, Gavin…” replied Janet, perched precariously on the elbow of a whimsically defying sofa.
Somewhere between the fourth and seventh law of irony, they had misplaced both gravity and common sense.
The meeting commenced with a discussion on why Tuesdays had suddenly opted to become the new Fridays.
“Inverted productivity, my friends,” proclaimed Marv, dangling a bewildered tax form from his left toe.
Satire and Ironic indeed, encapsulated in corporate emails scattered like confetti upon a metaphysical breeze.
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Do reports ever hear voices in the fax machine? Or is it merely paper's tale of woeful dreams? "Perhaps they seek a resolution in fiction," mused Erin from under a desk that scratched the surface of existential dread.