The room was silent as we all thought about what we had just said.
“You’ll die,” I said softly.
Bob nodded, quite spastically.
He reached his logged arms out to me as if he wanted to be hugged.
I reached out to him as if I wanted to give him that hug and then pulled away.
As we laughed again, he lay back on the floor.
“What now?” I asked the HR lady.
“Well, guess we just wait until he dies and go on from there,” she said as she walked back to her desk.
So we waited.
Soon Bob’s little chest expanded for the last time and he stopped breathing.
We were thrilled!
More high-fives all around!
The HR lady looked up from a pamphlet she was reading.
“We’ll have to go thru the eyeballs now,” she said pulling a set of shiny knitting needles from one of the desk drawers.
She spit on the needles.
“SANITIZED!” she proclaimed.
She went over to the body and grabbed the head.
As she readied the needles to jam into the dead eyeballs, the body spoke.
“Where am I?” it asked.
The HR lady fell back, shrieking.
The rest of us began shrieking as well.
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