Episode 3: A Sleepless Night.
We’re at the entrance gate of NASAL. The four arrive early and, like every day, clock in.
Ravioli: Guys, I’m really worried about this test. I couldn’t sleep a wink last night.
Banani: Don’t worry, Ravioli. You’ll see, it’s nothing serious.
Ravioli: Oh, really? And how do you know that?
Banani: Ehm… I don’t. I just wanted to cheer you up.
Ravioli: Papaia really made a mess this time!
Banani: Yes, Ravioli, but we also signed the report.
Ravioli: Yeah, but our signatures are just a formality. Those boring reports, no one reads them!
Papaia: Apparently, the only one who doesn’t read them here is you!
Banani: Yeah, Ravioli, you really should have read them! Now even you are at risk of losing your job.
Papaia: Every time you sign something, you take responsibility for it! Didn’t you know that?
Ravioli: Ugh! So, it’s not just clocking in and out anymore? Now I have to actually work too?
Igor: Eh, eh! Not for much longer, Ravioli!
Papaia: Sometimes I wonder if these people actually have a filter between their brains and their mouths!
Banani: Speaking of which, I was watching a documentary on the Webb telescope, and it seems like every new discovery adds another problem for the Big Bang theory.
Papaia: Yeah, launching that telescope cost billions, yet instead of confirming the Big Bang, it’s created quite the headache. They’ll probably have to rethink everything.
Banani: The funny thing is that the theory of a pre-formed universe, as the Bible claims, is never disproven by new discoveries!
Igor: The truth sometimes hurts! Especially at the top, when they see their budget… in the red! I’ve never seen anyone pay so much to be told… they’re wrong!
Papaia: Come on, let’s move, or we’ll be late for the test. We still need to find the room.
Inside the elevator, they don’t know which floor to go to.
Ravioli: It was the sixth floor, right?
Banani: No, Ravioli. You got it wrong. It was the third.
Ravioli: No! You’re the one who got it wrong. The boss said the sixth.
Papaia: Banani is right. I heard it clearly. The boss said, “the third floor.”
Ravioli: What about you, Igor? What did you hear?
Igor: Unfortunately, I was distracted and didn’t hear anything. By the way, have you ever noticed that when the boss gets angry, his mouth goes crooked? Must be a nervous tic.
Papaia: Oh, come on, Igor! Why do you always have to make fun of others?
Igor: That’s not exactly how it works! The secret to good sarcasm is to start with yourself!
Banani: I don’t see anything funny about this! We’re risking our jobs!
Ravioli: I pressed the button for floor 3.
Papaia: Yeah, I saw you press 3. Why did you do that?
Banani: And now? What do we do if the right floor turns out to be 6?
Papaia: Press 6 too, and we’ll decide.
Ravioli: We’ve arrived at the third floor… should I get off?
Papaia: Wait…
Banani: The doors are closing.
Ravioli: Now we’re at the sixth. What should we do?
Papaia: I don’t know. What do you think, Igor?
Igor: Let’s put it to a vote!
After lots of up and down, the four exit the elevator on the third floor.
Igor: From what I’ve seen, if our job depends on a psychological evaluation, we can rest easy… we’re getting fired!