The Sorcerer has spoken.
His words were like a slap in the face, but with a hint of garlic.
The room was filled with the stench of desperation as the committee tried to make sense of the Sorcerer's demands.
He wants to see a 100%_goals met by the end of the quarter, or else.
He's a stickler for the rules, that one.
But, hey, at least the free donuts were free.
Next meeting: Meeting 7: The Smell Ban: The Sorcerer Says (Again) in 3... 2... 1...