disguised vivisectee: we were working on the project for generalising finding the causes of competition to the business and discovered that your anxiety is the cause of everything on earth. boss: really now. i have these cigars because i'm anxious? i started smoking when i was quite happy. disguised vivisectee: you were actually a little concerned about being delivered poisoned cigars, and so the system took over your smoking processes completely to sustain full review. boss [looks at cigar]: really. disguised vivisectee: and you were a little concerned that somebody could measure gas concentrations to track your breathing processes and plan to take down the business, so the cells in your lungs were automatically replaced by nanites. part of lost bit: this is very humorous and all, but i had a heart-to-heart with Janitor. i know nanites aren't real. please resume the project. disguised vivisectee: [leaves, then turns into nanites]
note: boss is janitor because focused on cleanup. pun-concept somewhat overlapped with other things. _real_ janitor replaces clean-up-boss?