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"Thank you for calling, sir. Have a nice day."
"Wait!" you yelp. "What about us?"
"Don't worry sir, you will be processed shortly." With a click, she hangs up on you.
You gape at the dead reciever for a second, and Fred howls in anguish. It looks like you're stuck until you're 'processed'. Whatever that is.
After about half an hour, when you've almost given up hope of seeing your legs again, a complete stranger walks into the room. He's wearing a set of overalls with 'Removals' stenciled on them. He gives you and Fred a cordial nod.
"Morning!"
He sets about closing and sealing all the windows with a thick roll of tape. After a stunned pause, you ask him, "What are you doing?"
"Sealing the windows, of course."
"Oh."
Fred looks on, as bemused as you, occasionally twitching a leg against his massive belly to scratch an itch. Once the windows are sealed, the man treats you to another nod, says "Morning" again, and leaves, shutting the door behind him. You and Fred exchange glances.
"Having some redecorating done?", he asks sarcastically.
Your reply is cut off by the sound of the door being sealed, from the outside. "Hey!" you shout, "Are you from the helpline?" No answer.
A thin stream of what looks like silvery smoke starts pouring in through the keyhole. It quickly settles to the floor and starts to spread out. Pretty soon, you and Fred are engulfed in a choking cloud. The pair of you cough yourselves silly. What's worse, you begin to feel pretty weird. Both of you start struggling to get up, but fail miserably. And that feeling is starting to get stronger.
What's happening to you?
Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)