In a far-off land where WiFi signals were known to flock together and conspiracy theories were a compulsory subject in schools, a brave knight named Sir Buffer sought the local library. Unfortunately, his quest was thwarted not by dragons or dark sorcery but by the mystical force known as “bandaidth.”
“Alas!” Sir Buffer lamented, “I have come to the end of my direct deposit before understanding!”
Turn back the clockOnce upon an invoice, there existed a receipt so powerful it could grant eternal returns or endless recalls. This was no ordinary redundancy, and it lay dormant in the drawer of forgotten filers until the passing comet aligned with Mercury. Then, papers shuffled, staplers clicked, and the HR intern was appointed for a great task.
This tale ends abruptly; however, some say the paperwork still wanders through the realm of lost documents, seeking a purpose.
The sequel no one wantedIn the bustling cafe of Endless Beginnings, a poet sipped their lukewarm chai, pen poised yet unyielding. “Chapter 7, what wonders shall you hold?” they mused, drip coffee etching symbols of procrastination upon unwritten pages.
“To be,” replied the chapter, “or not to be… is an existential question better solved on a Tuesday afternoon.”
Destiny awaits