We know you did it, Slei
"We know you did it, so don't even try to convince us otherwise." the Night Manager said.
"Did what?" Sleialgnion (slee-al-nee-on) asked unassumptively.
"You know you're the one," the Meat Inspector chortled triumphantly, with a mad glint in his eye.
"The one what?" Sleialgnion replied.
"You've been stealing food from the cafeteria," the Night Manager said.
"The break room refrigerator," the Meat Inspector corrected him, his hair hanging haughtily over his left eye.
An ant crawled across the floor, toward Sleialgnion, aggressively. He felt surrounded, trapped, attacked in a merciless madness that had just begun to disclose its intentions. Shifting his shoe slightly, to let the ant travel past him, but it stopped and stared at him instead, Sleialgnion was feeling breezey, as though being swallowed whole by a vertigo vortex of voices and accusations.
"A what-cha-ma-call-it?" he asked, trying to gain time to think in a panic with fear and foreboding sailing sinkingly through him like a catastrophic comet.
"Huh?" the Meat Inspector said.
"You're fired, from now on," the Night Manager said.
"Right now," the Meat Inspector corrected.
"Today? For how long? A few days?" Sleialgnion inquired pensively.
"Forever, and yes, as of now," the Night Manager said.
"Now wait a portion of a minute," Sleialgnion commanded. "How can I be fired for something I didn't do, and it's effective both right now and in perpetuity? According to string-theory quantum metaphysics, this is not possible. It's like being two places at once when you're nowhere at all."
"How so?" the Meat Inspector asked childishly.
"If I am fired now, and in the future, I would have to exist in both locations of time, correct?" was the rapid fire answer from our hero. "And if you say that since I will exist in the future, you can go ahead and make rules for it, you claim to possess omniscience, a supernatural insight into my whereabouts temporally. How do you know I am here right now and also there in the future? Answer me that."
As the security personnel forcibly escorted me, I mean Sleialgnion, off the premises, he continued his monologic diatribe on time, events, and non-inevitability. The police squad car seat felt cold and stiff.
He smiled sadly. The clouds in the sky seemed to be suspended from rubber springs.