You shrug your shoulders. Maybe Ron is right about video games being art. You retrieve the cartridge from the “Miscellaneous” receptacle and place it on the conveyor belt. You watch the belt transport the cartridge out of the room and then return to unloading the crates.

You think back about what you and Ron discussed. You have always thought that Ron was a bit dull, but you wonder if maybe that was because you never talked about things he was interested in. When he argued about video games with you, he displayed a passion you had never seen in him before. You decide that you should get to know Ron more. Maybe, you think, someday you two might even be good friends.

Rickamer Pinehurst, the interim assistant director of the Art department, bursts into the room. In his hand, he holds the Super Mario 64 cartridge.

“Alright,” Pinehurst says. “What kind of idiot sends a video game to the Art department?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ron points at you. “I tried to explain why video games don’t belong in your department, sir,” says Ron. “But some people just won’t listen to reason.”

Never mind, you think. Ron’s an ass.

The End