"You're all fired!" you shout. The room exchanges a series of gasps and shocked stares for a moment, then slowly starts to clear out. The power of the earpiece is absolute. Even through their tears, their complaints of unfairness and prejudice, they leave. You bask in it. This is a spring of untapped potential. You walk out of the office yourself, gazing on the open streets, the people in their cars and on the sidewalks, in businesses and on bikes, and they are all yours. You fire them all. You fire everybody. You fire the whole world until there's nobody else to fire. You wake up with the draft of a letter of resignation on your mind.