You’re the immortal dictator of the world, ruling with an iron fist…and bored out of your mind. To spice things up, you start setting up little rebel cells, stoking revolts and keeping records of which group makes it the closest to actually reaching your throne room.
I made an old lady blush today at work because she ordered two senior coffees and I said “SENIOR ? I’m sorry miss, i’m going to have to ask to see some ID.” and she covered her mouth and went “Oh dear me” and couldn’t stop smiling
You are the best kind of person, and I want to be like you one day.