The Narrator fell silent. “Stanley,” he said finally – though it must have only been a few seconds – “was an employee who worked in this building. He liked to press buttons. Orders were issued to him from a monitor, dictating which buttons to press and for how long to press them, and Stanley relished every second of it. He was very comfortable with his button-pressing. Yes, he was comfortable and he was… happy.”

Suddenly he became aware of his moment of vulnerability and said, in a particularly snappy voice, “But that’s neither here nor there, possibly-fictitious repairman.”

Huh. Another relatively typecast character? Granted, the Repairman didn’t exactly enjoy all of his job, but still…

He didn’t devote much time to pondering this, though, as the Narrator quickly snapped at him.

“Hey now,” he said putting his hands up defensively. “I don’t ask about your existence!”