They sat me down in the office and by they I mean he as in him as in you guessed it old blowhard windy the maroon buffoon. Also, as it was, my boss. So there’s that. Anyways what began then and is thus chronicled in absolute depth right down to the most nanoscopic details which I will lay bare for you and all other humans who choose to read further was the most powerful and prescient PowerPoint presentation ever given. It all begins as such:
“Rick, hey, harya?“
“Fine.”
“Glad you could come in. We need a steady hand on this one.”
“When don’t you. What’s cracking?”
He got up and closed the blinds and dimmed the lights. A screen lowered from the ceiling behind his desk.
“Okay. Here’s the thing.” (Click) An image appeared on the screen.
“We’ve got the Boz.”
“Uh huh.”
(Click) A new image appeared.
“We’ve got the font.”
“You really do. Huh. Okay, I see that. So what do you want I should do—“
“What? Do? What do you mean do? Jesus fuck, what’s so hard? We have the fucking Boz. We have the fucking font. NOW GET ME THE FUCKING SCRIPT!!!“
End of presentation.
Beginning of the next enlightenment.
the Leather Douche 