When selecting paper on the copier at the office:
I know what’s in trays 1 and 2. Nobody knows what’s in the final tray and I have a strict don’t-ask-don’t-tell policy with the copier after an altercation years ago, that we’re both working hard to forget. A simple question mark wasn’t enough to convey the copier’s emotion, so two more were called in. It could be Gremlins? Or Zombies? More likely some advanced form of paper from the future.