Reminds me of the Monk, who after his first twelve month review was finally allowed to speak.
He could voice his opinion, but by rule he was only allowed to speak two words per year.
His two words: Bed. Hard.
The following year he was allowed two more words.
He said: Food. Bad
On his third anniversary he chose his words wisely: I quit !
The reigning father said " Good ! You've done nothing but complain since you got here ! "