Max muttered, “I am unstoppable,” as he barreled through the office, colliding with a filing cabinet. His coworker, Linda, squinted. “You okay?” she asked. “I am capable,” he said, yanking a stack of papers from the air. They fluttered like panicked pigeons. At the meeting, Max stood, palms sweating, and declared, “I am confident!” His slide deck auto-played a cat video. The room erupted in giggles. Linda raised an eyebrow. “You okay?” “I am resilient,” he whispered, wiping ink from his face. By the end, his chaos had become a meme. The CEO clapped. “Unconventional, but… brilliant.” Max smiled. “I am loved.” The printer suddenly spat out a bouquet of origami roses. Linda sighed. “You’re a mystery, Max.” “I am unstoppable,” he said, as a stapler flew past his ear.
