It was supposed to be just another routine meeting in the Committee of Conundrums, but little did I know that this one would be the catalyst for the most existential crisis of my life.
I walked in late, as is my prerogative, and was greeted with a stern look from our fearless leader, Reginald P. Bottomsworth.
He asked me to take a seat and, as I fumbled for my chair, I noticed that it had a strange symbol etched into the backrest: a tiny, hand-drawn picture of a hamster in a top hat.
At first, I thought it was just some prank, but as I sat down, I felt a strange sense of unease. It was then that I knew I had to speak up, to question the status quo, to challenge the very fabric of our bureaucratic society.
And so, I did. I spoke my piece, and, well, let's just say it didn't go well. But hey, at least I'll always have my memoirs.
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