Repairing the Black-Faced Uncle

This afternoon, I was getting ready to print some cross-departmental meeting materials when the copier suddenly let out a wail and displayed a 'Paper Jam, Please Resolve' error. Seeing the several younger colleagues waiting behind me, my confidence just exploded. I shook my head and stepped forward, saying, "Don't panic, everyone! This kind of minor issue is no problem for me, who knows all the major copier brands inside out!" I skillfully gave instructions: "Min-ji, open the side cover! Ji-hoon, get some tissues ready!" Then, I expertly opened the main unit cover and pulled out the toner cartridge, intending to showcase my '10-second paper jam elimination' technique. But I must have used a bit too much force, or maybe I hit some wrong switch— "*BANG!!!*" A rich black toner instantly erupted like a mini volcanic explosion, spraying evenly all over my face, glasses, and shirt. Even my hair was instantly dyed 'deepest, darkest black'! The air in the copier room froze, and a colleague from the next cubicle gasped. With a face as black as Bao Zheng, I looked at everyone through my toner-dusted glasses, wiped my face, and awkwardly cleared my throat: "Ahem... well... this, this is actually a new type of volcanic mud mask for acne treatment... the effects are quite noticeable..." 💡 Today's realization: If you don't have the skills for it in the workplace, never take on a copier repair job. 💥 Breakdown Level: ★★★★★ 🌋 Eruption Level: ★★★★★ ❓ Would attending the cross-departmental meeting with a Bao Zheng-esque face increase my persuasiveness?