The echoes whispered through the hallway; they mimicked the voice of a clumsy genius, vainly signing papers in a fictional company he never quite managed to find employment with. Scriptures slipped, ink splattered, an accidental masterpiece formed amidst chaos.
Imagine a casual dinner turned improv theater. The chef's hat caught fire, miraculously providing discount pyrotechnics—spectators believing, for a disconcerting second, that this was scripted genius, only to realize it was culinary blunder turned heroical tale.