Real talk: Why do you love the goblin queen?

Every day she puts on a suit, downs a cup of coffee, and heads straight down to her office to put in a solid ten hours of just staring at the button in the center of her desk. You know the kind; Big, red, covered by a glass case, surrounded by a series of alternating black and yellow lines? That sort of button.

Some days she tries to find a way to kill time while she's sitting there for hours on end. Other times she just sits there for the entire day, staring silently at the button all day, never moving. Occasionally, she lifts up the glass case and places her finger directly over the button, depressing just it ever so slightly, but not enough for it to actually activate.

It would be so easy too. She could just sneeze one day, or accidentally drop something heavy on the button, and that would be the end of it. She could get cut off in traffic one day on the way to work and decide to take her frustration out on the rest of the planet. Anything's possible.

But at the end of the day she always just closes the case, gathers up her things, and heads straight back home from work. This is why we trust her with this responsibility. Anybody else would have already smashed the button down a thousand times by now if they were in her position, but not her. She's better than us. Better than all of us.