- I would say that “I’m the world’s best boss” !

I give him a torpid look, mixed with admiration. He sits on the deckchair, uncovering his hairy calves, to savor the fresh caress of the waves. Undecided, I stand there, staring at the horizon, thinking of all the things I could have accomplished instead of standing like an idiot, next to a comadian. But, still, I have a question for him.

- Who are you, right now ?

- Evan Almighty, of course ! he exclaims, dipping his lips in the mojito. Look at the stars, aren’t they beautiful, my man ?

- Sure they are, Michael. Sure they are. Is it true about the office ?

- Everything is true, otherwise I’m not the world’s best boss !

- Really ? So where are we now ?

- In the best place in the world !

- Which is… ?

- My head !

Oh yeah, that makes sense now. Of course we are in a head. His own, moreover. The palm trees, the silver sand, the planet. All this is as real as Kim Jong-un's goodness. With this in mind, I stand in front of Steve and, with a finger pointing at his cup, say:

- I know your secret ! (45)