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When we last left our intrepid team from the marketing department, they were anxiously awaiting notice of their fate in Globeland. They were under cube arrest, chained to their computers, with little work to occupy their time. Their fearless leader [me] kept their spirits up by regaling them with fearsome stories of all her previous layoffs and how she endeavored to survive them.

The Globe has rotated again, and our status has been revealed: surplus. Mother Globe has been generous in her decree, so we're under no immediate threat of catastrophe. We've been freed from cube arrest to seek our fortunes elsewhere.

They all lived happily ever after, we hope. The End.