I seek a Great Perhaps, an opportunity to

I seek a Great Perhaps, an opportunity to do something meaningful with my life. But that's very difficult to do working the 9-5 in an office cubicle.

Perhaps, I think to myself, I should just quit this job, then. Perhaps it is time to start my new life. I got up from my desk and walked into my boss's office.

When I entered, my boss was busy typing away at his desk with 4 of his arms. He looked up as I approached the desk. Even though he was only three centimeters tall, he could be very

made him hard to get to know. Nobody minded that he had tentacles, but he was always so self-conscious around us that he never opened up personally. On the battlefield, however,

he was a different sort of person. Brave, resourceful, extremely tactically fit and just a little bit cocky. He's like the American spirit, if it had Japanese tentacles for limbs.

But he kept his tentacles in his shirt, so to speak, and pretended to work as a bartender on the least of his oceanic cruisers, tending to aspirants to wealth and power as they c

Would pay him good tips for him pouring their meanie martinis. Nixon and Kissinger once were on this ship, starting this tradition. Now, Shark Lady and her husband were ordering.

He skilfully poured meanie martinis into the customer's cups, dancing away to the cruise ship's mariachi band. The martinis insulted their consumers, with snarky comments on how

tastelessly they were dressed. But soon they were swallowed and nobody cared who wore what any more. In fact, clothes became less of an issue as the night wore on and whoopie made.