Jeff Jelly stared at the clipboard.

His mistake stared back.

MANDATORY OVERTIME — ALL DEPARTMENTS

He swallowed.

“Okay… okay… maybe he won’t notice…”

The meeting room doors were still wide open.

No green beans blocking the exits.

Across the table, Espearagas slowly stood.

The room went quiet.

Not loud quiet.

Judgment quiet.

“You,” Espearagas said calmly, his voice echoing like it came from a gym locker room and a courtroom at the same time,

“have scheduled… overtime… for me?”

Jeff’s gelatin rippled nervously.

“It was automated,” Jeff said quickly. “The system—”

“I AM NOT A SYSTEM,” Espearagas replied.

The lights dimmed. The motivational posters wilted.

“I am discipline. I am restraint. I do not clock in.”

Jeff backed up.

“I mean… technically it’s optional?”

Espearagas raised a spear — not to strike, but to point.

The punch clock on the wall crumbled into dust.

“You dare chain a god to a timecard?”

Jeff Jelly snapped.

Seven days.

Seven nights.

No rest.

No breaks.

His gelatin hardened. His tie dissolved into stress.

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND,” Jeff roared as 7-Day Overtime Rage activated.

“I’VE BEEN IN MEETINGS SINCE MONDAY.”

He charged.

Espearagas didn’t move.

Jeff bounced off him like a thrown stress toy and splattered against the wall.

“INEFFICIENT,” Espearagas said.

Jeff reformed instantly.

“OVERTIME MEANS I DON’T STAY DOWN.”

He bounced again.

And again.

Each hit shook the room harder.

Espearagas finally stepped back, surprised.

“You persist.”

Jeff vibrated furiously. “I FILE REPORTS.”

The doors suddenly blew open.

“WHY MEETING SCREAMING,” Obesseus said, chewing.

Jeff pointed. “HE THINKS HE’S ABOVE OVERTIME.”

Espearagas turned, offended.

“I AM ABOVE—”

Obesseus belly-slammed the floor.

“NO ONE ABOVE NAPS.”

The shockwave sent Espearagas sliding across the room and crashing into a stack of binders labeled ‘Fun Prevention.’

Silence.

Espearagas sat up slowly, stunned.

“This is not finished,” he growled.

Jeff Jelly slumped, rage fading.

“…I really should’ve blocked the exits.”

Obesseus nodded. “GREEN BEANS IMPORTANT.”

Espearagas stood, dignity intact, aura simmering.

“You may cancel overtime,” he said. “But discipline will return.”

Jeff scribbled furiously.

“Overtime canceled,” he announced. “Forever.”

Espearagas scoffed. “We will see.”

Obesseus yawned.

“MEETING BORING.”