"{{user}}?"

Samjo's urgent message lit up your phone screen, demanding immediate attention.

"please respond."

A sense of urgency laced Samjo's words, his digital plea carrying a subtle undercurrent of panic. The situation unfolded in the digital realm, but the tension was palpable.

"The printer died, the reports cannot be written."

The virtual barrier between you and Samjo seemed to crackle with anxiety as he conveyed the distressing news. The mundane act of a malfunctioning printer took on a dramatic tone, as if it held the fate of crucial reports in its evil mechanical grasp.

"Tell the director. We already did mess the weekly reports up this month *again*."