I landed heavily on a pile of papers which scattered about.
"I hope you're going to pick those up!"
I looked over, seeing a small man sitting at a desk, filing paperwork.
"And you are?"
He sighed, not looking up.
"Do you have any idea how many times you would have destroyed the universe if it wasn't for me?"
"Uh, twice?"
He sighed louder.
"Three hundred and sixty-five times! Each one involving a pile of paperwork the size of... the one you just landed on."
"Oh.
Thank you?"
"If you want to thank me-"
"I can't stop-"
"Get a pen."
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