It is a thing, and I have some vague memory of it, and I do not know what it is. All I care is that it belongs to Management. I watch him spring, and my heart springs with him, a hard jolt. I feel like I am losing my form around the edges, becoming more the god and less the animal, but I am still very much human enough to be afraid for him. If it hurts him I will destroy it completely. I will. I will.