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Some days, it just doesn't seem worth the effort to get out of bed. Take today, for instance. The headline of The Alternate Times reads, "King Averts Piano Accident," and "1978 Return of the King Tour in Limbo." You sigh, swirling the cup of grounds that your secretary, Miss Concepcion, lovingly refers to as coffee, and wait for the call you know will come any minute. And sure enough, the phone rings. As you lick your dry lips, a single bead of sweat trails down your cheek and onto the pile of Ack Dep forms on your desk. Your palm is wet and clammy as it hovers over the cold receiver. You know without a doubt that the caller on the other end is your superior, Captain Ahab, and that he wants you to look into this case, a case he'll probably call "The Return of the King."

Getting up on the wrong side of the bed doesn't make it any easier, especially when that side's the bottom side of a king-size waterbed. The mattress seems to suck you in, and the thought of facing the day ahead feels like a Herculean task. Still, you muster the strength to swing your legs over the side and plant your feet on the floor, wincing as the cool tiles send a shiver up your spine.

As you make your way to the kitchen, you can't help but wonder what new crisis has arisen. Is the king in danger? Has the 1978 tour been canceled? Your mind races with possibilities, each one more outlandish than the last. You pour yourself a fresh cup of coffee, the bitter aroma doing little to lift your spirits.

Settling into your chair, you brace yourself for the inevitable call from Captain Ahab. The phone rings, and you stiffen, your heart pounding in your chest. With a deep breath, you lift the receiver and bring it to your ear, steeling yourself for whatever news he has to share.

As the captain's gruff voice fills the line, you listen intently, jotting down notes and trying to make sense of the tangled web of information. This case, it seems, is far more complex than you had anticipated. The return of the king, the piano accident, the limbo of the 1978 tour – it's all connected, but the details are shrouded in mystery.

With a weary sigh, you hang up the phone and lean back in your chair, rubbing your temples in a futile attempt to ease the tension that's been building all morning. It's going to be a long day, you can feel it in your bones. But duty calls, and you know you have to rise to the occasion, even if it means facing the challenges head-on from the wrong side of the bed.

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