As adversity has resulted in such eloquent outpourings by so many - not least our Shakespearian wannabe - it is clear to me what is required in this situation.
A lot more adversity.
Think of the talent that might spring forth...
So we could have...
Is this a new set of Terms and Conditions I see before me, a pen clutched in my hand?
Come, let me sign thee.
I have not sleep, and for I work 18 hour days.
Art thou not, fatal document, sensible
To bank balance as to health? Or art thou but
A dagger of thine boss, a repressive creation
Proceeding from his heat-oppressed brain?
And so on, and so forth...
Apologies to big Willy Shakespeare...
Why don't you all leave and go to Easyjet?
