For several minutes, the building felt strangely quiet. The ambient noise of the office building – the low buzz of the fluorescent lights, the hum of the computers – seemed muted.

A loud crackling sound shot through the silence like a bullet. “Gooooood morning, corporate America!” boomed the Narrator, his voice masked briefly by microphone feedback. There was a faint clicking as the Narrator presumably adjusted his sound equipment. “Good morning,” he said again. His voice seemed to issue from an invisible speaker in the ceiling. “Good morning. Testing, testing, one two three… oh, what’s this?”

A green toolbox was sitting on one of the desks.

“ghh…Huh?”

He had no idea how long he was out. All he knew was that suddenly, a voice was blaring.

Uh-oh.

The Repairman quickly came to his senses and remembered where he was. He was not going to have another fight with a narrator. Once this week was enough.

He lay still, hoping the toolbox would be able to stay unnoticed. The narrator seemed to be busy testing something.

He tentatively pushed aside a trowel, an instruction manual for a lawnmower, and a case of light bulbs so he could peek out from under the lid.

Unfortunately, he started to do this as the Narrator noticed the toolbox, but it was too late. After the voice said “what’s this?” two white, painted eyes emerged from under the lid. Only black could be seen in the toolbox.

Oh boy…