George

George was a businessman. I use “was” because he is no longer a businessman. Upon reading that sentence, you might have assumed that George still was a businessman. However, he isn’t. George lived in Salem, Oregon. Where does he live now? He doesn’t. George is dead. He died about 20 minutes ago, burnt to a crisp by the sun.

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It all began when he discovered a peculiar, antique briefcase in his grandfather’s attic. The briefcase, adorned with strange symbols and a conspicuous solar emblem, turned out to be a cosmic portal device created by intergalactic entrepreneurs from the Zorblatt IX galaxy.

The Zorblattians, as they were known, were renowned throughout the cosmos for their peculiar business practices which often involved sunspot trading and solar flare futures. They had designed the briefcase to allow Earth’s most esteemed business leaders to join them in their interstellar transactions.

One fateful day, George, unaware of the briefcase’s true power, decided to use it for an upcoming business meeting. As he popped the clasps to retrieve his papers, a vortex of cosmic energy enveloped him, transporting him to the heart of the sun where the Zorblattians conducted their business.

George, unfortunately, was woefully underprepared for the extremes of solar entrepreneurship. His Earthly attire was no match for the the unforgiving solar heat, and he ended up getting quite a severe sunburn. And so, our unfortunate businessman George found himself toasted to a crisp by the sun, all because of an unexpected cosmic business trip.