Vince hops between letters on his gigantic keyboard, lungs straining with overuse.

“I am a divine creature!” He grumbles to himself, scowling at a colleague as they pass his fiberglass cubicle, “a fairy as powerful as I should not be degraded to a typing machine!”

“I need these papers photo copied before my meeting, Vince,” instructed a superior, throwing a stack of paper worthy of being a brick on his desk.

“Very well, my lord.” He sighed, swallowing his pride and returning to his mundane tasks.