Mid-afternoon Cubicle Thought Immediately Prior to My Fifth Cup of Coffee
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Chutes and Ladders is the worst.
And, of course, the afterlife will offer no peace. 'The light' that you move towards is in actuality a big, half-dead, pulsating bulb that bzzit's for all eternity.
Which is why I plan to live forever. Not moving towards any light, me. Staying right here. In the dark.