Just jokes
Nobody likes the new copier, least of all the entity that haunts it.
You can find a pattern in anything if you stare at it long enough.
"The office plant leaned toward the new intern with the quiet hunger of middle management."
Nobody wanted to be the first person to admit this wasn’t necessary.
His owner was almost done becoming warm again.
Backup shadow. Sensible.
"Here we observe the urban birdwatcher: patient, cautious, and unwilling to jump to conclusions. After sustained observation of the nearby gull, this eager novice had narrowed it down to 'probably bird.'"
The machine was not falling for this again.
There were signs a ritual had taken place, or possibly even budget planning.
Not sure this is how you launder art.
