- mind control boss is wringing his hands and pacing and puffing his cigar tensely mind control boss: “i’m worried.” mind control boss: “i’m worried that somehow my closest staff, like hairdresser, could get kidnapped by a wooden helicopter and given nurturing heartwarming experiences that somehow,” boss puffs, “despite years and years of highly experienced brainwashing preventing any nurturing and heartwarming experience,” boss puffs, “somehow result in them blabbing a little bit.” mind control boss: “i’d better visit machine learning marketer” boss visits machine learning marketer he makes a complicated hand signal like a kid opening a clubhouse door boss [to machine learning marketet]: “i’m concerned about secret project 397” machine learning marketer: “oh! you mean your giant human vivisection bio-AI that fills the underground research labs and powers everything you do?” boss looks at machine learning marketer boss: “uhh maybe,” boss: “i’m worried somebody could blab. under special conditions.”