Tuesday, July 25, 2017

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?”

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