Expensive beer flowed and expensive foam overflowed, merging with an expensive suit and tie to cause, unsurprisingly, a very expensive problem. But that could wait for later. Dyson Rappelling, executive brainiac, father of two-going-on-three, soon to be royally smote, toasted to his fortune. He’d just closed a deal and was about to become very rich.

Something underneath his desk made a “flish” sound. The beer glass made a “kshmslink” sound. Dyson made a “gahelusthckkK” sound, and died.