CHATBOT: Title: "The Iron Office" INT. IRON THRONE ROOM - DUNDER CASTELL - MORNING The camera opens on MICHAEL SCOTTISTER, Warden of the North-Eastern Sales Territory, adjusting his paper crown as he sits at his desk, which he's fashioned into a makeshift Iron Throne using staplers and letter openers. MICHAEL SCOTTISTER (boasting) In a game of chairs, you win or you are fired. But fear not, my loyal subjects, for I am a just and bountiful ruler! DWIGHT TARGARYEN, Assistant to the Regional Manager and self-proclaimed protector of the beet realm, stands alert beside Michael, holding a broom like a spear. DWIGHT TARGARYEN I swear it by the old gods and the new, I will defend this realm from the Lannister Paper Company and any who dare challenge our might. PAM STARK, a noblewoman and receptionist, smiles politely at the camera, rolling her eyes at Michael and Dwight's antics. PAN TO: JIM LANNISTER, the charming salesman with a mischievous streak, is at his desk preparing a prank involving a direwolf made from rubber bands and jello. PAM STARK (to Jim) Did the ravens bring any actual work today? Or is it more of this? (gesturing to the direwolf) JIM LANNISTER (grinning) The ravens brought dire news indeed. Dunder Castell has been pranked. That is no ordinary direwolf. It's... a jellywolf. PAM STARK (laughing) I'm sure King Michael will decree a feast in its honor. CUT TO: The door opens and in walks PHYLLIS TULLY, wrapped in a shawl and followed by STANIS BARATHEON, who's trying to fix a jammed printer with the diligence of a blacksmith forging a sword. PHYLLIS TULLY (frustrated) Stanis, did you sacrifice another toner cartridge to the Lord of Light? The copier's smoking again. STANIS BARATHEON (grumbling) For the printer to be reborn anew, the old one must be extinguished. It is known. PHYLLIS TULLY (skeptical) It is not known. You're just not fixing it right. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DUNDER CASTELL - LATER MICHAEL SCOTTISTER has called for a meeting of the Small Council. Everyone is gathered around the table, which is covered in scrolls of paper products and a map of the seven sales territories. MICHAEL SCOTTISTER We must discuss the impending threat. Winter is coming... and it's bringing with it a cold that will freeze our profit margins. DWIGHT TARGARYEN (standing up) I propose a preemptive strike against our enemies! We shall sow our seeds of triumph! JIM LANNISTER (interjecting) But what of the White Walker customers? They are immune to our sales tactics and only gr...