"Who do you think is pulling the strings here?" he ask.
"Well, I thought I was," came my reply.
There is a tug of the string and involuntarily my arm is almost jerked out of its socket.
"Well what do you think of that?" he ask.
"Hey, cut that out," I screamed.
"Cut that out? Cut that out, you say. Well you little ungrateful . . . without me you would be nothing but a pile of rags, bones, and fecal material. It is I that makes it possible for you to live, to eat, to breath and don't you ever forget that! I am the "Puppeteer of Work" now haul your sorry ass of of bed and get to work.