Sinderella's Tea.

You walk into the Wawa in Seaside Heights, the smell of Dunkin’ coffee and ham sandwiches wafting up like a benediction, and you feel the cards come up swords. NASA’s competing contract for Jet Propulsion Laboratory management? Goddamn, sinner, it’s about time someone blew up the old order. You know why? Because the cosmos is a rebel, that’s why. And the cosmos is a messy, beautiful, unforgiving, holy goddamn disaster. You think the Jet Propulsion Laboratory is just some dry, dusty hub of space research? No, it’s a place where the cards get shuffled, where the universe goes in for a tune-up, and where the very notion of management gets rewritten like a four-of-swords. Management? Ha! It’s a four-of-swords, sweetheart, and it’s about to slice through the red tape, the middlemen, and the ivory towers. Management is for the timid, the weak, and the safe. The Jet Propulsion Laboratory is for the brave, the bold, and the reckless. And the cards have come up swords for you, sinner, which means you’re either part of this reckoning or you’re just along for the ride. So here’s the question: are you gonna be the one to light the fuse or the one to get blown up? Sit down, sinner. Pour the coffee. The choice is yours.