Business

So here I am in business. This is great. No seriously I'm not making this up, I'm really here. There is a very emotional person to my right. She was screaming at the computer not long ago, now she is laughing. Oh no wait, now she's just talking to herself. She appears to be suffering from what is described to be as chronic anxiety. An individual has now appeared between the two of us. He is quite content. Alas, the anxious individual is now asking the computer to do unlawful actions towards a small dwarf. Oh dear, like my gosh, she is comparing herself to pokemon. Which she just said is really really gay, NOT!...um yes. The keyboard is now missing the esc button because apparently it called her a rude name. Now to the male individual, he plays with numbers. His favorite number is zero. Because he can put a one in it. Um, he is sneering...I am concerned. He says hello to the anxious individual, who is now paranoid. (The backspace key is making faces at her).
So to my left is the Chosen One. She holds the fate to this world as we know it. The computer is her tool, her mind the toolbox. Oh my, oh my, she has made an action. An action that now will change the course of our futures forever. Ahhh the male individual, he now is speaking like a German accent, it is twisted with French Russian, and is making threatening Asian comments. And the paranoid one is crying due to difficulties involving kittens and sour cream. Male individual states that he likes whipped cream. Not sour, whipped. Yes, yes that exactly. The Chosen One is locating people who have connections with her name, the unspeakable name. The Male Individual now speaks his wishes to be Wonder woman.

The ringing of the time teller informs me that this session must end, that this is the end..of this chapter.