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Peter

“My suit,” gasps Peter in slow horror. “It’s somehow turned… black…”

Jameson squints at him. “Still looks like navy to me,” he says.

“I feel so powerful!” Peter flexes. “And I know what comes with great power.”

“Great responsi–”

No responsibility at all.

“We just did the corporate ethics seminar,” says Jameson. “And I’m pretty sure you’re wrong.”

“Really?” says Peter. “Why don’t we discuss it over lunch?”

On the way, he jerks the steering wheel and sends the car off a bridge. “To the rescue!” he cries, shoving the door open and leaping, mind’s eye thick with spiderwebs.

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