No thoughts. Full attendance.
He clocks in wherever nothing is required.
Blank Frog takes the overnight stool at a pondside kiosk. The bell works, but nobody rings it. He stamps blank lily-pad slips, watches moths inspect the lamp, and keeps one damp sandwich untouched until dawn. When a customer finally appears, both of them forget why. The drawer closes. The pond continues making pond noises.
See you after absolutely nothing.