Shortly after I was slammed in and the door ushered shut. It was a standard office, desk, big comfy chair, window with a great view of the abattoir. The office spun around the chair and there was Angsty, wearing his sporty yellow number, his firing dress. He shut his eyes tight and pressed his palms into his ears, I did the same in anticipation of what was to come. He let off a loud, shrill squeal and held it for a few minutes. He opened a drawer in his desk and handed me my replacement. Well I knew it wouldn't last, I should've seen it coming. After giving my thanks, Mother Teresa guided me out the door and helped me funk my way to my cubicle. I put my replacement on my desk, giving it's key a few turns, retrieved my fishing magazines out of the bottom drawer then headed towards the window for the last time. Looking back at the Angstythink.com building, I pondered what to do now. I could start a new life. An adventure! Yes!

I rode the public crocodile all day and all day. This village needs better public transport, something that works on cold days and is death-roll free. Everyone was at peace, no danger to smell of and certainly nothing adventurous to undertake. Niceness was a really big problem this year, I was lucky to have been vaccinated when I had the chance. A crowd was gathering outside the pet store, making it hard for me to go into the restuarant next door. I gave the croc a hand, she gave me one finger fifty change and went on her way. Adventuring is easy work and I needed something small to keep me coming. The chicken sandwich brought the plate in, which I slowly regurgitated the waiter onto. The sun was going dawn and realisation was downing on me, I was tired, hungry and out of a job. Time to go home.

Adventures suck. I stood in my kitchen perusing today's manual looking for potential excitement, but I couldn't get past the page three insect. A good looking guy ran out of my laundry in a hurry, and my future self lying on my/his heater gave me a knowing frown. I must be the only me on the block without an adventure to call my own. Soon after there was a trumpeting at the door, I didn't remember doing that. Incinerating the door I was greeted by a penguin smoking a pipe. I invited him in for some friendly banter, but instead he rudely ate me.

I was squashed into a ball covered with stomach acids and fish remains, I haven't enjoyed myself so much in years. My feet were next to my head and my arms were indistinguishable from the former food I shared my new home with. The days rolled on, I survived by eating the parts of me the stomach digested. The soft bumps I felt turned into a gentle bobbing, I was being taken overseas. My shoe caught my eye, basically because it was partially lodged in it. Stuck to the sole with a mix of gastric juices and shame was the black disc, it was there the whole time. Well the first half was pretty disturbing, but I had a lot of time on my hands... yes... they were mostly still there. And it was an adventure, even if it was Angsty's. I unloaded the second disc and put this one in, fast fowarding to where I left off.

Angsty: Ok whats the order im meant to pack stuff into boxes? Ummm elctrical items on the bottom, heavy shit at the top. Cool no problems.

*Then i completely abandon technique and just make a game of it by seeing if i can piff stuff into my packing box from the other side of the room*