You consider eating a cheese wheel from your fridge, but the specifications are dead. Whatever that could possibly mean. Seņor Gato finds his way to the goat, who is immediately acquired as the newest member of your mammal army. Now if only the dolphins at the zoo and aquarium could understand your plight, the world would surely be yours. Truly, millions, mammals, truly. This fellow who claims to be your insanity seems to have things right, strawberries are annoying, they are officially on the list. You'd be destroying restaurants with your wife by now had the police not arrested you for gross amounts of manliness. Though the fools did forget that you are a master of escape, and not locking the car doors or handcuffing you doesn't exactly make you less of an escape artist. Now all that's left to do is destroy them restaurants, or that would be all that's left to do had you not woken up in the break room at work.
Some tool in a suit hands you your new jet black suit and a dress shirt. Apparently you've been defiled in your sleep, and the company now knows your weight, height, shoe size, glove size, neck length, asymmetrical areas, and your dental print. They've also acquired your fingerprints, and several missing baby photos of you. You check the clock, and it's only been about an hour since you passed out. Man, the president's secretaries are insanely good at their jobs, whatever that is. It could be anything if they work under the president of this particular company. One of the secretaries puts a red tie on you, because you've apparently been put into your new clothes in the time you've been awake.