The Title Needs Work

“I'm nearly finished with the backlog, which is such a re... what the hell?”

“Yeah, just ignore that.”

“What are they doing?”

“It's some sort of performance to entertain the diners. Or so they say.”

“Is it supposed to make sense? Am I missing something?”

“It's nonsense.”

“Why are the photographers so happy? Why is the waiter reacting with such panic and horror? Who's directing this show?”

“Some hack who doesn't understand the script.”

“Um, did you write this scene?”

“No. Yes. But it's been butchered. What was supposed to be a commentary on modern disenfranchisement and the commodification of images has been turned into a stupid farce.”

“What's it called?”

“Papa Zippi Razza pizza paparazzi pizzazz.”

People Should Talk About This More

“Uh oh. I think I have diarrhea.”

“Come on. Don't look at me like that.”

“Well, we did...”

“So unfair. People always blame me for diarrhea.”

“I didn't...”

“Diarrhea is perfectly natural, you know.”

“What?”

“It's part of the normal digestive process. It's healthy. We're supposed to have diarrhea on a regular basis.”

“That can't be true.”

“Sure it is. I have diarrhea four or five times a week. That's more than most people but still within the normal range.”

“Where did you get this information?”

“It's just common sense. Think about it—if we never have diarrhea, we'd never poop.”

“Uhh... Look, maybe this was just a bad idea. It was great having you here, but you should probably go now.”

“Fine. Solid sheeple.”

Horror And Disgust

“I've never seen anybody not react with horror and disgust before.”

“Why, because you have a human head and a bee body?”

“Wasp.”

“Sorry. I've seen human heads on lots of things.”

“Where?”

“They're all over. Find some talking animals, you'll find some human heads attached to animals. All part of the same phenomenon.”

“Are you like an expert on this or something?”

“I run a matchmaking service. Would you be interested in meeting a bee with a human head?”

“What? But I'm a wasp.”

“I don't have any wasps as clients. How about a spider? Or a scorpion?”

“I don't understand—you're running a business?”

“A very successful business helping those like you find love. Are you interested in signing up?”

“I'm not sure...”

“Here's a picture of a lovely tick who lives nearby.”

“I'm in.”

What A Terrible Logo

“I am in complete control of my actions.”

“Or maybe we have never truly made any decisions, we only do what we were always going to do, and this dim glimmer of consciousness exists purely to perpetuate the delusion of our—hang on, what's that, sir? Is that smoke?”

“This is it. Give the command.”

“Halt! Form up! Meetings, gentlemen! Prepare for meetings!”

“Hand me the binoculars, will you?”

“Here, sir. All right, spread out! You know the drill! I want to see meeting squads ready to roll out in fifteen minutes!”

“Looks like they've settled into a defensive position. Plenty of office chairs. A few desks on the right flank. And—wait a minute. Damn it, they brought copiers.”

“Look alive, people! I want to see those ideas ready! We need those presentations sharp! And who's in charge of coffee?! Get to brewing!”

“We'll see if their line will hold. At long last, we will decide the fate of this proposal.”

“Sir, I just want to say, even though all this is a bit on the nose, it has been an honor serving under you, and I swear, by the end of this day, the heretical paperwork of our rivals will be shredded and strewn before you as you march into your new office, your sweet, shapely legs crushing the fragments into dust.”

“Thank you, Captain. What?”

Could Branch Out Into Meat And Fish

“Looks like it will be a few more minutes until the briefcase full of cheese will be done. So what have you been up to lately?”

“Oh, you know, the usual. Exploiting the psychological weaknesses of the public for profit, that sort of thing.”

“Man, I'm glad I got out of that grind.”

“What are you working on now?”

“Filling things full of cheese.”

“Oh, right.”

“I'm still building brand awareness.”

“Sure.”

“But the work is satisfying.”

“Of course. That might be the only thing that matters.”

“Sometimes I wonder, though, if I'm just doing the same old thing, producing pointless garbage, undermining people's lives to make a buck, playing and hustling even though I know the game is rigged.”

“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. But it smells delicious.”

“Calfskin goes well with gouda.”

Nothing

“So what should we talk about? Other than hospital stays and medical procedures, because those aren't funny at all.”

“I...”

“Or this dumb thing on my head, which isn't funny either.”

“I..”

“And nothing sexual either, that's so tacky and lame.”

“I...”

“And I feel like your going to tell me you're having an affair and you want a divorce, which is fine, but I just don't want to talk about it right now.”

“I...”

“No talking animals, no cults, no dimensional travel, no anthropomorphic objects, no secret plots, no commentary on post-capitalism. Okay, go.”

“I just farted.”

I Would Join This Cult

“Go ahead and add it.”

“It's getting so big.”

“We think it will be complete within a week, as long as these fragments continue to be found.”

“And the temperature is holding?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything is fine. Listen, I have to ask you something—what do you think of this bikini?”

“Oh. Yeah, it's nice.”

“Really? You don't think the top is too loose?”

“Um...”

“When I move like this, does it seem like it's going to come off?”

“Okay, we can't do this. Not until the hatching.”

“Come on. Do you think everybody is following the rules? All of the disciples are fucking. All of them. So what's your deal?”

“I'm just... we're waiting for... you know, I think you're great, but... oh look, is that a crack?”

“What? Where? Hey, don't run away! I didn't mean to... Shoot. I hope I'm not sacrificed first.”

So Much Hostility

“Look, everybody, I don't like it any more than your do. If it'll make you feel better, you can kick it. I mean, I've been kicking anchors since I was a little kid, it feels pretty good. You, do you want to kick it? Well, go ahead! Come on, kick the anchor! Not bad, right? Hey, everybody, give it a shot! Kick the shit out of it! One at a time, please. Just form a line. There you go. One kick, then back to the end of the line, have to give everyone a chance. Very good, very good.”

“But why is it here?”

“Who knows. They just show up sometimes.”

“Did it come from a ship?”

“Do you think? I'm seriously asking, I've never been on a ship before.”

The Birds Are Totally Fine With This, Ask Them

“You don't have your dick out, do you?”

“Oh, no. No, no. But please, no judgment against those who do.”

“What? Are you saying it's okay?”

“Have you ever thought about the totality of human sexuality? Imagine a map of all possible sexual activity—a huge, unfathomable map, with the edges still unexplored. Everybody draws an individual border, a line they will not cross, the limit to their desires. But as you approach that line, isn't that when you feel most alive? Pushing out to that border, feeling the wrongness of it pushing back, yet if you carry with you a sense of openness and discovery, and if you uphold the absolute importance of respect, generosity, positivity, and most of all, consent, you will find yourself in an extraordinary place that few understand, and you will become more than what you once were.”

“So your dick is out.”

“I'm a woman.”

It Is Placed In The Butt

“As you can see, as long as I keep my butthole pointed at the floor, my flight is stable.”

“And there's no smell?”

“No, no smell at all.”

“But the sound—does anybody else hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Are you sure about the smell? I mean, maybe this isn't the best environment to detect it, since this meeting has been going on for three hours—not that I'm complaining, it's been a lovely meeting—but I'm definitely smelling something.”

“Nobody is hearing that sound? A high-pitched buzzing? It's drilling right into my head.”

“Maybe if I got my nose closer? Could you hover directly above me?”

“There has never been a complaint about the sound. Are you sure it's from the device?”

“Can I smell everyone? Just to isolate the scent?”

“Oh, the sound stopped. It must have been my schizophrenia. Sorry.”

“Well, I've seen enough. Thank you for the demonstration, Ken. I believe if we put all our resources on this project we can have it on toy shelves by Christmas. Sound good, everyone? Great. If there's nothing else, let's close this meeting.”

“Wait, I found the smell. Forget I said anything.”

Could Join Personality Club

“So this is your first time at Ugly Club?”

“Oh, yes. We're so excited to join.”

“Let me fill you in on the politics of this place. I probably shouldn't be doing this, but I've seen too many new members get fucked over. Do you see those people by the buffet? They're from the old ugly families. Generations of uglies, very powerful, very insular, they'll never really accept you. Those guys by the bar? The new uglies. Rejected, resentful, just a bunch of assholes. They'll stab you in the back and step over your body to get what they want. The people by the dance floor? Genetic abnormalities. Good people, for the most part, but they tend to be treated like trophies and it can go to their heads. The rest of these uglies are just your basic losers, struggling to fit in, hoping somebody will notice how ugly they are, and let's face it, some of them aren't even that ugly.”

“Wow. That's... wow. We had no idea. This seemed like such a nice club.”

“Oh, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit. It's not so bad once you find your place. I've made some good friends here. You'll probably do fine. Well, I should go mingle. It was nice meeting you. How are the buckets of ugly juice? Silly tradition, but you know how people are with traditions. Okay, see you around.”

“Well, she was refreshingly honest.”

“Yes. And super ugly.”

Spare Pillow In Briefcase

“Are you saying you lost the contract?”

“I'm saying I never had the contract in the first place.”

“Look, we went over this at the meeting. Great meeting, by the way.”

“Excellent meeting. According to my notes, the deadline was...”

“Wait. Get in.”

“Okay.”

“Let me scooch over. Here's a pillow. And we can pull up the covers... there. Okay, now we can talk.”

“Great. So it was my understanding... where did you get these sheets?”

“Pretty nice, right? Italian.”

“Sweet. Anyway, about the contract...”

“Forget about the contract.”

“What?”

“It doesn't matter. Everything will turn out okay. There are a lot more important things in life than this dumb business. We need to take the time to appreciate what's beyond the constant, demeaning hustle and grind of capitalism. Know what I mean?”

“I guess so. Did you just fart?”

Trade Winds And Trade Journals

“I think I'll pass.”

“But it's really good.”

“I'm sure it is. I just don't feel up to it right now.”

“Burnt out on prestige television?”

“Exactly. I need to take a break before I tackle another show.”

“I get it. I've been scaling back too.”

“And the quality series keep coming. Is this trend in the industry sustainable? Is the money there to keep hiring talent?”

“You know, I've been talking to some of my producer friends...”

“Oh really?”

“They're optimistic. They don't seem to think this is a bubble.”

“Yeah, but I wonder if insiders can always see the big picture.”

“True enough. I wonder if anybody knows. Hey, you know who we should ask? Captain Leprechaun Catlap.”

Is It On Fire?

“On your last visit, you said you were suffering from hallucinations.”

“No I didn't.”

“And paranoid delusions.”

“No. Do you have the wrong file?”

“Would you like to take a look at this file? Here.”

“Uh, you can just turn it around so I can read it.”

“You don't want to take the file?”

“Not really.”

“Why?”

“I don't know.”

“Are you hallucinating right now?”

“No.”

“Do you feel warm? Do you smell anything unusual?”

“No. Like what?”

“You tell me.”

“Is this a test?”

“I don't know, is it?”

“I know what you're trying to do. I can wait.”

“For what?”

“The fire to burn your fingers.”

“Aha! Ow!”

“Could you just take a look at my dick now?”

I Would Work For This Company

“Thank you for coming to see me so quickly. I'll like to remind you to speak in a low and soothing voice.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Very good. Now, as you can see, I'm missing an owl. Have you seen it?”

“No.”

“Has anybody reported seeing an owl?”

“No. I would have contacted you right away if someone had.”

“Can you issue a building-wide alert to find the owl?”

“I could do that, yes. But the thing is... your owls are kind of bullshit.”

“Easy, my owl brethren, easy. That was not a soothing thing to say.”

“Sorry. But it's true. Everybody hates your owls and everybody hates you.”

“Everybody?”

“So someone probably killed it.”

“Shh, shh. This is very disturbing. Especially coming from the head of security. What are you going to do about this?”

“I'm just going to see where this goes. Maybe they'll kill the rest of your owls.”

“Calm, my darlings, keep calm! How can this be? Don't they realize the value these owls add to the company?”

“Do you honestly think your dumb owls are better than wolves? Or lemurs? Or water buffaloes? Literally every other employee's animal companions are more important than yours.”

“Even the dolphins?”

“No, they're complete shit.”

Get Ready For More Content That Nobody Wants

“Susan, how much time do I have before the meeting starts?”

“...”

“What? Why didn't you tell me?”

“...”

“Yes, but you can interrupt me for meetings. I can't miss a meeting.”

“...”

“What?! How many did I miss?”

“...”

“Oh god. How long have I been on this thing?”

“...”

“No, that can't be right. That doesn't make sense. What the hell have I been doing? I can't even remember why I started doing this.”

“...”

“Well, that's dumb. That's it, this project is over. Bring me the forms to sign. Send a memo. Fire the talking animals. Schedule a meeting. Are there any more projects lined up?”

“...”

“That many? Shit. Okay, clear all my appointments. Get me the spreadsheets. Schedule two meetings. Rehire the talking animals. Send another memo. Contact the board. Ready a press release. Call my wife. Take notes. Exploit the poor. Make more appointments! Schedule three meetings! Business!”