It was a typical Monday morning when our hero, The Prophet, burst into the office, ready to take on the day. With a bleary-eyed gaze, they surveyed the room, ready to unleash their brand of chaos.
First order of business: the morning meeting. Our hero strode into the conference room, their presence commanding attention. The air was thick with anticipation as they began to speak.
"Good morning, minions," they declared, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "I trust you all slept well and are ready to face the crushing ennui of another day in this soulless corporate cube farm."
The Prophet Issues Decree