It has come to our attention, through reading some comments on the Internet or elsewhere, that several – or at least one – of the members of the QuantumBones workforce have accused Me of slacking. Are you really being serious, members of the workforce? Read on to find out how I am going to deal with this obvious disciplinary problem.
I would punish the lot of them in horrible ways if I wasn’t so preoccupied with more pressing problems, that’s what I would do. I’m certain you as the gossip-hungry reader would just love to get your hands on the greasy, violent metaphors I’m planning to stuff up their overinflated egos. Fat chance.
Other than that, I am the Chief Editor of QuantumBones. I wield the ultimate power until the owners of the site decide – stupid as they are – that I have overlived my usefulness, and hand me a poisoned apple or a Glock. If I am accused of slacking, then the rest of the writers should be accused of slacking as well, because I say so.
I might say a lot of other things too. Other people might also say something, but I can safely ignore them until we arrive at the poisoned apple junction. I could illuminate this a bit further, but there’s no need because I already feel I am being repetitive and boring. Don’t you think a bit of slacking is better than that?
In conclusion or something: get to work, you bastards!