Coworker: Wild shift today, you were killing it on the line. What makes you move like that?
Me, Internally: Tell them. Tell them that when the shift starts, your soul entwines with a militia member in the Yellow Scarves Rebellion during the waning years of the Han Dynasty, and that while the two of you do not speak the same dialect, you feel each other's presence and memories, and resonate within your equal contempt of a system in which your lives are equal to a shaft of wheat in an endless field, cut down without consequence or afterthought, the rage crossing generational boundaries and making you both push with a fire that only fades when you clock out for the day.
Me: I drinks a monster energy.