Bobby is in his crib sucking on a teething ring. In front of the crib, the bars of which have been removed, is Bobby's desk. On his desk there is an In Box and an Out Box. The In Box is stacked high and the Out Box is empty. Through the big windows, the light of the setting sun makes the room appear red and orange and fiery. Bobby's Mommy knocks on the door.
"Honey, Auntie wants to see you."
Bobby, not yet old enough to speak, gurgles incoherently. He is barely aware of what Mommy means.
Bobby's Mommy picks him up and carries him down the big white corridor. It goes on for what seems to Bobby like miles and miles. As they go, they pass huge rooms filled with nurseries where newborn babies are set up in their brand new cubicles. The room is filled with their cries. A doctor man wearing a surgical mask attempts to scream over their voices.
"Bobby, Auntie isn't happy with you." says Bobby's Mommy. "It reflects badly on Mommy, you know. Auntie says your quarterly reports are bad. She says the report you did for the Mendelssohn account was terrible. She couldn't even read it. It made Auntie cry and then she screamed at me. She screamed at me about you."
Bobby yawned. Bobby's Mommy was taken aback.
"Bobby! Don't you ignore me! This is serious! If you can't pull your own weight around here, we're going to have to let you go! Mommy doesn't want to lose her little Bobby-wobby."
Finally, they arrive at the massive oak door. Bobby's Mommy knocks, and a loud voice insides beckons them in. Without a word, Bobby's Mommy places Bobby on the floor in front of Auntie's desk and shuffles out of the room, closing the door behind her. Auntie, sitting in her big leather chair and staring out through the huge windows at the fiery sunset, turns to Bobby.
"Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..." says Auntie, "what are we going to do with you?"
Bobby begins to roll around on the floor and laugh.
"BOBBY! PAY ATTENTION!" Bobby's Auntie is a tall, heavy, imposing woman with stern features and a perpetual frown.
Her loud voice makes Bobby cry.
"NO CRYING, BOBBY! This is a BUSINESS! Our goals here are greater teamwork, more effective products, and communication but these all serve one end, the one thing that keeps this whole company together: profit. Your department is bleeding money, Bobby. You show no sign of concern nor any willingness to improve. You've been given your last chance. Do you understand me?!" Auntie is furious.
Bobby simply continues to cry. Now Auntie is absolutely livid.
"VERY WELL, BOBBY. YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE. I'M GOING TO HAVE TO TERMINATE YOU."
Auntie reaches inside her desk drawer for something, but before she can produce it, Bobby's Mommy rushes in.
"DON'T DO IT, MATILDA! PLEASE, DON'T DO IT!"
Bobby's Auntie produces a revolver and shoots Bobby's Mommy in the face. Bobby is crying so hard that he is about to pass out.
"Now, Bobby," says the huge, sweaty woman in an ill-fitting business suit, "look what you made me do!" She presses a button on the desk.
"Security? I need you to remove a corpse from my office, and also please escort Mr. - "
Just then, the huge windows shatter as a gigantic Bald Eagle flies into the office and grabs Auntie in his massive talons.
"I'm very sorry, Bobby," says the Eagle, "I am really, truly sorry."
With that, the Eagle flew Auntie away, far away, to some new kind of Hell, which, although certainly Hell, is exactly the one she would have chosen for herself if she had the chance.
As the Eagle disappeared into the horizon, Bobby suddenly transformed into a large, imposing man and took control of Auntie's duties and assets.
The papers, he knew, loved a good hostile takeover, and prepared for the onslaught of embarrassing, probing questions. As he ensured that his affairs were in order, he also installed his company's new product, which caused his mother's corpse to dance, much to his amusement. Contemplative, Bobby hoped in his heart that he would die before the Eagle returned for him.