Cubicles, chairs, lives wasted making other people rich. A completely normal office.
Dancing arrives at work to a seemingly empty office. When he turns on the lights, everybody leaps out in a surprise attack of balloons and party poppers. Queen is their leader.
QUEEN: Happy birthday!
DANCING: It’s not my birthday.
QUEEN: Merry Christmas?
DANCING: It’s not Christmas.
QUEEN: I know it’s some sort of special day.
DANCING: It’s the first anniversary of my wife’s death. (more…)