Jerry sat alone at his cubicle. It was another

Jerry sat alone at his cubicle. It was another long night of overtime. He wondered where all of his coworkers were as he tapped quietly at his keyboard. Little did he know that

a monkey by the name of Folding Story was about to jump on his back. As Jerry researched where to get cheap folders for the office, Google offered "Folding Story" and foolishly, he

clicked on the link (He was trying to procrastinate his plain vanilla errand & took the 1st opportunity). "Create Add Read, this could enhance my creative problem solving." Jerry

Garcia never had such problems, surely. Perhaps the best thing was to relax, lean back with my headphones on and immerse myself in some good music. I looked out the window

briefly looked at book and then looked out the window again because it took that long to recognize what I had not seen in the first look. Nothing. Outside the window was Nothing.

Absolutely nothing at all - just whiteness. I got up, opened the window, and reached my hand out. The air still felt normal. But there was nothing there. I looked up and down

yet it all stayed the same, no matter how many times I looked around, blinked or pinched myself. It was like the earth was sucked into a void of nothingness.

But right before I could do the deed, my heart gave out and I died. So you see The Devil, I didn't actually rape her. I really have no idea what I'm doing down here with these

Minions of Satan who listen tox hip hop and rap. this really is hell.