The Mandragon Memoirs

Today, at work, I was sitting, staring at the ceiling as I usually do and I waited for something to work on, when the dark-skinned boy nammed Oz walks into the room. His arms latched around a gray computer tower. He drops it on the counter and tells me to run diagnostics on it. I nod. I look at the receipt for the computer. The costomer wrote down that his computer was infected with viruses and we wants them removed. I plug it in and get to work on it. As i look away from the recipet, I do a double take. The costomers name is

Muff.

Warren.

There is a person…on this planet…with the first name…”Muff”.