The machine sat silent in the centre of the

The machine sat silent in the centre of the room, its blades and hammers glistening in the dim light. Bill stared at the large button marked "Do not press." His eyebrow twitched.

The urge to press it was overwhelming. It was stunning to think about. The killswitch for the entire Internet, mere centimeters from his fingertips. Suddenly, someone grabbed him..

"You fool! Think of how life would be without lolcats!" the man slapped him hard, bringing him back to his senses. My god...and...Yo Dawg! How could he have almost destroyed that?

He backed away from the mouse, took one look at his hands. Remorse and dread flooded him, he started crying to the tune of Keyboard Cat who was merrily playing him off.

"This music is too cheerful for the scene!" He yelled, dead mice covering the floor. With little choice left, he ran away as quickly as he could. Nobody could know he was there.

But he knew they would find him. How could he hide, with a such a large production like this of the actors would discover him. But his life was worthless now, only the dead mice

remained in his backpack, all squiggly and rotten. He briefly considered taking one of these to quench his hunger, but it probably wasn't worth the risk. He exhaled

knowing if he will be hunger to dead if he still refuse to eat the rotten food that was what left in this place. Suddenly, the cloud started to gather above him, and it start to

rain, fastfood. He was overly surprised, at this strange sight and decided to

escape the scene. The rain slopped into his shoes. Hiding under the overhang at least kept his fish sandwich from swimming away. What weirdo could have left such a sight. He ran.