No Room at the In

The syllabus described the class as, “Intro into enclosed incubators.” I was an intern investigating the interest involved in the internal plant operations. My instructions were to make inroads into the intense involvement of indentured workers, wearing indigo jumpsuits, who were incapable of including physical labor into their workday. By using informers who had informed during an informal interview, we intended to initiate internal inquiries to insure the production of INDUSIUM, the new wonder drug.

The infamous infidels had infused the indicators, insofar as the internal informants were trying to infect the Inglenook wine supply. An influx of influenza inflictors had influenced the inebriated with the Inglenook, thereby causing the inspectors to inspect instances of imbibing. The intellect at the Institute had installed an intercom to interface with the incoming invoices. Inventory had increased, indicating an incidental incline of income, which would please the investors.

The infusion of incurred debt had incensed the stockholders, insomuch as their interpretation of the insured investment was earning interest. Any loss would inflame the inbreeds on the board, who might invite investors to insist on indicting the company’s innermost innovators. Inquiries, filled with innuendo, inscribed with the insignia symbolizing inertia, induced an inferno of insane accusations. Inside sources, intent on invading by injecting the inventing innovators incited certain intruders to get involved by indorsing the endowments.

The inductee’s induction, into the instigation regarding the integrated integrity of the intellects, whose names were inscribed at the Institute, was now complete. The newly inshrined were installed instantly, at the intersection of the interlink and interline office suites on the first floor. Insured insurrectionists inquired about instructions intended to inhibit internal interests from interfering with injuries caused by ingrown toenails.

Infection’s continued to infect the infant population, inviting criticism from invalids seeking intervals of intimate escapes from insomnia. I was inthralled by the intrigue that was inwardly invasive, regarding the Inkless Inkwell project. My own interests had turned to the ineptly induced indoor Rolodex index; an invention intrusted to my informal staff of ingénues inhaling snorts of INDUSIUM. Intensive intrusions intensified, while interventions created interface with the interactive but invisible incumbents, who were interfering with the interloper’s use of intimidation methods. Their infantile behavior caused infinite angst among the indulgent INDUSIUM inhalers, whose input had inspired the inkjet investors to include income infused with increased indorsements.

I was instantly ingaged with an insurgence of innocuous intestinal fortitude, to intercede on behalf of the intimidated introverts who were not included in the initial ink injuries. There had been no inkling inflicted, because of the inexact ink blot locations invoked by the invaders. They had insisted on informing the indicted interns about where the inlaid impressions were interred. They had been intombed by invokers who had interceded on their behalf; their intention was to introduce an internist’s interpretation of interment. In the interests of the innocent, an indirect and intuitive headstone would be put in play. Incumbrances were incurred in the inclosed area, due to the incisive instructions included under the terms of interment. The isolated inlands had been indowed to ingrain upon everyone the integrity of those involved.

There now, I hope this essay will satisfy your inquiries!

You are now part the “IN” crowd