Evan Mercer
He stood there like the bench was the one embarrassing itself.
The Mouth of the Void nearly pulled me in, but I remembered I needed paper towels.
The pancakes had obtained a human host and immediately used it to order pancakes.
She won the building raffle, but the prize was a "unit sanitation event."
"Having reached the end of his larval stage and now enclosed in the safety of the cocoon, this management hopeful’s old form will begin to dissolve and rearrange. If all goes well, he will emerge soon: damp, blinking, and asking for the Q2 numbers."
None of them would admit to being a photo of Derek.
The office has begun preparing for gentler emergencies.
He walked to the center, stopped, and said, "This is where the other me is supposed to be."
At first he scoffed at fish walking, but he had to admit he’d never been more popular.
The bags brought a spare human in case of emergencies. Or doors.
They were demanding to know what the plant had done with Dennis from Payroll, how long it had been pretending to be him, and where it gets those amazing crullers.
Still don't know what to make of what happened yesterday.