JUMP ONTO SOME RANDOM DUDE'S BACK AND USE HIM AS A SKATE BOARD. SKATE TO WORK.
USE MAGIC TO TELEPORT GREATWYRMGOLD TO ME.
(3) YOU GO MAYBE A FEW FEET. HUH. MAYBE HIS FRONT WASN'T ALL THAT AERODYNAMIC.
Keep flying to work. Strike up a romance with Alduin.
(5) YOU SOAR UPON THE BACK OF THE WORLD-EATER, TRYING UNSUCCESSFULLY TO STEER HIM AWAY FROM DESTROYING BUILDINGS.(2vs3) HE ISSUES A STAMMERED REFUSAL, SAYING SOMETHING ABOUT HOW YOU'RE A MORTAL, AND HE IS THAT WHICH IS DESTINED TO END ALL THAT IS MORTAL.
Ehh, umm. 
>Get all shy. Look embarresed, Blush a little. Try to explain that the boss might not appreciate my method of transport, and I really can't be late. Stammer somewhat. Just be flustered.
>If she persists, Get into the car with her and hope for the best.
"Ehh, Um, I don't think that, would look very, professional of me you know? And, uh, You know work, supervisors don't take kindly to being late, and, umm, uhh..."
(1,6) OH. THE CAR ISN'T WHAT SHE YOU TO RIDE. NOT AT ALL. BUT, SHE WINKS AND TELLS YOU THAT YOU COULD COMBINE THE TWO, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT...
OBTAIN SUCCESSFUL CAREER IN ARMS DEALING. OPEN UP PIZZA PARLOR AS FRONT.
(3) YOU OBTAIN A SUCCESSFUL CAREER IN DEALING OUT PROSTETIC ARMS, BUT THEN PUT THE PIZZA PARLOUR OVER IT. THAT MIGHT HURT BUSINESS, SADLY.
REINCARNATE AS BABY BEING BORN AT WORK
(5) YOU'RE BORN AT THE WORK OF A TAXI-MAN, WHO LUCKILY ENOUGH, IS 5 MILES FROM YOUR WORKPLACE.
Pole vault to work
(2) YOU THROW A POLE INTO THE GROUND AND JUMP ONTO IT.OH. THAT LOOKS MORE LIKE YOU'RE AN IMPOVERISHED COLLEGE STUDENT, NOT AN OLYMPIC ATHLETE.
>STROLL SAFELY TO WORK, CROSSING ROADS ONLY AT PEDESTRIAN CROSSINGS, LOOKING BOTH WAYS AND GENERALLY AVOIDING DANGER. CAN ALWAYS EXPLAIN MYSELF TO BOSS LATER. EXPLOSIONS TEND TO MAKE PEOPLE LATE, AFTER ALL.
(2) AS YOU STROLL, A CAR DRIVEN BY A DRUNK.
TELEPORT TO MY WORKPLACE.
(2) THE TELEPORTER MALFUNCTIONS, TELEPORTING IT TO YOUR WORKPLACE, RATHER THAN YOI.
"Seriously, what can you learn by probing anally?"
Hijack UFO.
Fly to work.
(5) YOU HIJACK THE UFO, FLYING IT TO WORK. YOU'RE NOT TOO GOOD WITH IT, SO YOU'RE KIND OF SLOW.
ERECT MAGICAL WALL. BLOCK EVERYONE!
(2) YOU ERECT A MAGICAL WALL, PARLOUR MAGICIAN STYLE. IN OTHER WORDS, YOU MAKE IT LOOK LIKE YOU'RE BLOCKED BY A WALL.
Put on a cape and FLY to work, shooting LAZ0RZ at things every once and a while.
(1) YOU FLY INTO A BUILDING. AT LEAST YOU HOPE YOU DID. THEN, YOU AWAKEN, HAVING BEEN COMATOSE FOR YEARS BEFORE... TRIPPY.
fly
(4) YOU FLY.
SNIPER SHOOT GWG
THEN CAR-SURF TO WORK
(5v4) YOU CLIP HIM IN THE LEG WITH A .22 ROUND. (3) YOU LEAP ONTO THE CARS, HOPING YOUR ENERGY WILL OVERCOME THE FRICTION INHERENT OF A 2 TON MACHINE. IT DOESN'T.
If it's not too late to join, and knowing minimalism this question is pointless,
Queue peaceful, calming, classical music that will inexplicably follow me without a definable source. Proceed to leap out of car and run along car roofs towards work. Occasionally bash in windshields. Summon immaculine bowtie. Gold silk.
(6) YOU SUMMON CLASSICAL MUSIC, WHICH SHOULD BE PEACEFUL AND CALMING. OH WAIT. THAT'S WAY TOO LOUD. YOUR EARDRUMS BREAK INWARD, SENDING BLOOD COURSING INTO YOUR BRAIN.
AIM BULLDOZER AT PEDESTRIANS BEFORE JUMPING FROM IT. LAND ON MY HORSE. DRAW BOW. SLAUGHTER DRIVERS WHILE RIDING LIKE A MANIAC.
(5) YOU GET AN ACHIEVEMENT: SLAUGHTER-PRIME.
>OPEN PIT UNDER WORK TO SEND IT TO HELL.
>EATS CHOCOLATE AND ENJOYS THE CHAOS, NOT CARING WHEN I WILL ARRIVE AT WORK.
(4) NOTHING HAPPENS. IT MUST BE HELL. O WAIT. JOKES ASIDE, WORK DROPS A FEW MILES, DOWN INTO HELL. (2) SHIT SO NERVOUS. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.
UNCRASH MONORAIL
FIX HOLE TO HELL
PUT SATELLITE IN ORBIT
DISLODGE KITTEN FROM TREE
HAVE MORE ACTIONS THAN NECESSARY
RIDE BIKE TO WORK
(6) YOU PUSH THE MONORAIL BACK TO ITS MAINTANENCE AREA, WHERE IT IS REPAIRED. (3) THE SATALITE GOES INTO ORBIT AROUND GABE NEWELL.
DISTANCE TO WORK:
YOINK:20 miles
SLAYER:10 miles
CORAI:19.999999 miles
CASSANDRA: 5 miles
GUININANRUNIN: 27.5 miles
GWG: 1.5 miles
XANTALOS: 5 miles
MIAUW: 20 miles
TAVIK TOTH: 9.5 MILES
BORNO: 10 MILES
SLOWPOKE: 10 MILES
TRYRAR: 7.999999 MILES
TCM: 10 MILES
MISKO: 10 MILES
ASEAHERU: 5.5 MILES
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