He then realized he was just off in another world thinkin about what he'd rather be doing instead of working. He looked around the office at the row upon row of cubicles surrounding him and at the same time suffocating him. IMPRISONING HIM!
"I got to get out of here, now!!!!" screamed 707REPRESENTA
"This way son....." it was a mysterious voice, one with authority and a loud interruptive octave that demanded the listener to pay attention, even if they knew they had better not.
"who.....who are you?" asked an uneasy 707.
"its jus Gas One quit actin scary nigga....is you gonna hit this blunt with me or you gonna keep sittin there fantasizing about monkey porn n shit?"
"umm....i think im fine here...umm...i dont think you should be smokin that in here"
Gas took a huge puff of his blunt and exhaled a large smoke cloud into 707's face. "square ass chump!", he said.
Then almost as quietly and quickly as he appeared Gas was no where to be seen....the smoke lingered in the air and 707 started regretting his decision and wished he could go back in time 5 minutes and re think this whole thing over.
It was too late though as his boss was approaching fast and he was now behind 4 hours on work that was due.
"I might jump out the window today....and i mean it this time..."
to be continued......