The battle for the Mailroom ended not with a bang, but with a form being signed in triplicate.
Jen stood over the defeated Middle Manager, her foot planted on his gelatinous chest. The Trolls had scattered, fleeing back into the shadows of the unread comments section after Li Wusheng spammed them with enough "Energy Shields" to crash their negativity bias.
"You cannot defeat me!" the Middle Manager gurgled, ink leaking from his tie. "I have tenure! I have stock options!"
"And I," Jen said, raising her golden clipboard, "have a Severance Package."
She reached into a pile of mail and pulled out a box labeled [CONTENTS: YOUR PERSONAL BELONGINGS]. She shoved it into the Manager's arms.
"Your position has been made redundant," Jen declared. "Security will escort you out."
The Manager gasped. "No! Not redundancy! My one weakness!"
He faded away, dissolving into a cloud of shredded resumes.
