“Happy Boss’s Day!” My assistants met me at the door with a small box, wrapped in plain brown paper. I’ll be honest, I have no idea when Boss’s Day is or even if it’s a real thing, but what the heck, right? A present is a present. It’s better than the usual, “Dave, the lights fell down again ALL BY THEMSELVES.” So I take the box into my office and I can see them peeking around the edge of the door, trying to stifle the giggles. I unwrap the package and… uh… thank you? I don’t know what this is.
Reflector chimed in with, “We found it on Ebay! Isn’t it cool?”
I guess so. What, uh, was it called?
“The description said, ‘Something frightfully suggestive of old and unhallowed cycles of life in which our world and our conceptions have no part.'”
Gee thanks. You really shouldn’t have… Is it changing colors?
gonna put down some trees