As the sun set over the city, a shadowy figure emerged from the depths of the office supply closet. It was a copier, and it had a secret. A secret that threatened to upend the entire fabric of office life as we knew it.
The copier, known only as "CG-9000," had been acting strangely all day. It seemed to be copying documents at an alarming rate, and its usually reliable output had become a jumbled mess of illegible text and random paper jams.