"Brainstorming meeting, Friday" (yesterday).

There was silence when the first person opened her mouth,
talking faster and faster. Garcia, the Commissar (staff member) came to defend the absent VP (Vice President)
at the sight of the blue mass, with a big head, surrounded by little ones. It was a group of eight people in the so-
called research room happening to be the first meeting in the seminar devoted to new ideas and findings. The
members were on different places of the room, but all of them were in their seats. "You saw the video? We all
know that you're making it, Garcia. I will show you that I was right about the fact that the video is dumber than
my (and every other) words. So, you don't believe me. I can't help it. Here's the video…" The student in the
middle of the blue mass carried a long stick with a gray mouse on the end of it. The cursor of the mouse danced
across the screen at the end of the first minute of the movie. The minutes continued and the blond girl, a tall
woman and much larger than the other girls, went unimpeded through the forest, stopping at the trees that were
falling down. The blond girl smiled and said something to the other girls but this time they got back at her. They
started to argue between themselves. The blond girl was visibly still, but the cursor was unresponsive. The blond
girl had to be mean to have a go at the computer she was using. The blond girl screamed at the mouse and
finally picked up a wet piece of PVC sticking out of a box, but the mouse was all right on the table. The blond
girl threw the PVC back in the box and took a piece of a pen approximately 11 cm long, holding the pen in her
hands, she dragged it above the mouse, and suddenly the pointer on the screen flew randomly and started to hit
the print-screen button. The pointer knocked against the cigarette box of the blond girl. Suddenly the blond girl
disappeared. Four of eight people in the room were dead, more would die soon and there would be no time for
peace; in the face of the lion of the lambs sitting silently in front of him, Garcia did not expect much from them.
But here was a purple mouse. "Well, let's see what did that?" Garcia said, turning to the student. The blue mass
in the uniform showed grins when the Commissar said that it was a mouse. "Good, it's a mouse," said the first
student. "Hey! That's not even a mouse! It's a cat! I just saw a cat do that.