“I can explain!”
Benji had been starting conversations this way since grade school. He never intended to be such a source of problems, but intent and reality were having a conversation without Benji.
“No, I should not have had the yo-yo out on the factory floor. No, I should not have had my headphones in and listening to Chumbawumba at full volume. I realize this is both damaging to my ears and dampens my ability to hear forklifts. No, I should not have screamed when the forklift zipped by me. Probably should have tried to stop myself from falling over so dramatically too.” Benji’s second part of explanation statements tried to head off as many suspected questions as possible. As previously stated, he’d been doing this for quite some time.
“Things got really weird when I was falling though. Did you know this place has mice? Like, a ton of mice. I saw a mouse as I hit the floor. So I threw the yo-yo at it. It was instinct. You see something that carries the plague, you throw something at it. Well, I should have played more baseball as a child because I missed the target entirely. The yo-yo hit one of the robotic arms and twisted it. I only use solid steel yo-yos, so the impact was quite forceful.”
At this point, Benji wondered if he could skip some details as his supervisors were staring at him with very cross expressions. He opted against skipping any detail.
“The robot spun around and knocked down a tray of finished goods. The goods began to roll. I guess the vibration on the floor panicked the rest of the mice because they erupted into a stampede. I’m still on the floor at this point and see a hundred tiny furry feet racing at my face. I panic. I launch myself up with one of those cool ninja jump moves like in the movies. Well, I should have checked my surroundings first because I jumped right into Martha. She shouts, starts falling over too, sees the mice, decides falling is a bad idea and stops herself by grabbing my shirt. We avoid falling over but I spin around. Again. I’m very dizzy at this point. Martha let’s go of me and I stumble over my own feet and knock down another stack of goods.”
Benji paused to make a shrugging ‘what-do-you-do?’ expression.
“This time we go all movie cliche and the racks starts falling down like dominoes. I’m horrified of course, but fear only takes over when the racks knock over that vat of near weightless chemicals that has been here since the 80s and we can’t legally destroy or we get a Ghostbusters style visit from the EPA. So the vat starts rolling and rolling. We’re shouting for people to get out of the way. If a Go-Pro had been attached to this thing the footage would have been amazing.”
He took in a deep breath.
“The vat rolls right out the shipping dock and opens up. The chemical is translucent and apparently photo-volatile. As soon as the sun hit it, the chemical erupts in flame. Now, before we go all crazy here and say I should be fired let me state this; the trees needed to go anyway and now we can put a parking lot back there. It really is a win-win when we get down to it.”
Benji finished his version of events with a smile. A moment later he was escorted from the building.