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"Pathetic," he sneered. "Not enough sludge. From now on, every song is a mission statement, and every mission statement is a goblin box . Welcome to the new era of productivity. It’s going to be loud, it’s going to be weird, and—most importantly—it’s going to be bonkers ."

"Alright, listen up, you skin-sacks!" John bellowed, his green skin glistening under the emergency lights. Behind him, the rest of the band stood in a jagged line, guitars slung like battle-axes. "The board of directors is out. The goblins are in. And the first order of business? Free insurance for all swamp-dwelling entities!" Nekrogoblikon

A terrified junior analyst raised a trembling hand. "Sir, we're a software firm. We don't have a swamp." "Pathetic," he sneered

John squinted, leaning over the analyst's desk until his long nose nearly touched the man’s stapler. "Then build one. Right next to the breakroom. I want it murky, I want it damp, and I want it filled with the screams of a thousand distorted riffs!" Welcome to the new era of productivity