H. P. HR

“Spider legs?”

“Tentacles.”

“How many eyes?”

“One.”

“Mine had three. Icy black aura, like the depths of space?”

“Purple swirling fog, with indistinct howling shapes.”

“Let me write that down. Harr warh dar rehsahdayshuh?”

“What?”

“Hanh onh. I said, how was the presentation?”

“Oh, fine. Pretty good. Up until...”

“The forces of madness and nightmare were unleashed, yeah. So annoying. So cliché!”

“Is something going to be done about this? I heard there was going to be a presentation on how to fight back against these... whoever they are.”

“They are the Cult of Emergence.”

“Where did you hear that?”

“From the buzzing of insect wings at sunset. And yes, the CEO will be shown a presentation soon, which, if viable, will then be shown to the managers, and then onto the general personnel.”

“The hierarchy must be maintained.”

“All hail the hierarchy. Well, Janice, I think that's all I need for my report. You've all been given the afternoon off. Try to get some rest.”

“Yes, I will. Right after I eat the flesh of time from the bones of the forgotten past.”