The phrase appears in another post, then a caption, then a comment under a photo from the risk desk, each time wearing the same polite costume, each time treated as normal insider vocabulary rather than confession. Nobody explains it because nobody in that circle seems to need an explanation. Shared language is how workplaces launder fear into culture: first it is a joke, then it is a habit, then it is a policy you can smell but cannot quote. That is the first sign it belongs to the office rather than the intern. The intern might mimic power; the office repeats power until repetition becomes environment. You copy the instances into your notes and feel a small ugly thrill, the kind that comes from watching a pattern emerge and realising you are the only person in the room who knows what it means. [[Marshmallow Joke From Intern|Read the marshmallow joke from intern]]