——- Boss: “I do not control small things well. May I be very tiny!”
Crowds of experimentees and hairdressers and robots spend swathes of money and lives figuring out how to shrink boss for a few minutes of automated work, and there he is! The crowds pull away, some holding bloodied scalpels. Boss is 5 inches tall! Boss: “Tiny things will never escape me now! Now let’s put the rebel spies on my throne.”
