The Journey To HR, Part 5!

“Brap zippy-zip-zip flong ZAP!” screamed the little person as he pulled the trigger. “Now you’re DEAD!”

I felt nothing.

Of course not. It was a toy gun.

“Lay down! Act like you’re DEAD!”

I did not.

“Act like you’re dead or I’m going to tell my mommy!”

I walked a little bit closer.

“Bob? Bob Senitram is that you?”

“I’m just playing a game. Uh, I gottta GO!”

With that, he tried to get out of the desk but found himself stuck.

He dropped the toy gun, picked up the desk with his body still stuck and ran thru the hanging bead things that the hippies like.

I checked a board to see where HR was located and headed to the elevator.

After a few minutes it arrived. The door opened, nobody got out and I went in.

“What floor?” asked the elevator operator.

“HR, if you please,” I replied.

“That’ll be the first floor. Please move away from the door, don’t want you to be cut in two!”

I moved back, the door closed and the operator pressed the one available button.

“First floor!” he announced. “Please exit the elevator, and try not to get cut in two!”

I gave him a thumbs up and exited.

And found myself exactly where I was before I entered the elevator.

I pressed the elevator button again, but this time when the door opened I jabbed a couple fingers into his eyes and he flew back into a display of Quisp cereal.

Satisfied, I looked around the lobby and finally spotted a sign with an arrow pointing to HR.

On my merry, squishy way I went.

Until my path was blocked by a bear.