[[Two people are waiting for an elevator. One is wearing a hat (similar to a cowboy hat). The other is wearing plaid pants. They wait, saying nothing.]]
Cowboy: You know, we could just take the stairs.
Plaid: We could also continue waiting for the elevator.
Cowboy: We could also try to scale the building.
Plaid: Or we could rent a helicopter and a parachute.
Cowboy: We could pump our bodies full of helium until we start to float.
Plaid: We could start a CULT that requires people to CARRY us places.
Plaid: We could SET UP CAMP in this elevator lobby and live here FOREVER, making a new home for ourselves in the ashes of the world soon to be swept away.
Plaid: We could be priests of the new order, sanctifying the METAL CUBE ROOM as an ORACLE and allowing only OURSELVES access, and only then on the solstice, and only THEN following a blood sacrifice from throngs of peasants who've made desperate pilgrimages to hear the faint, muffled strains of the MUZAK version of THE GIRL FROM IPANEMA.
Cowboy: I guess there's lots of things we COULD do.
Plaid: The secret is learning to prioritize.
{{header: going up to WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: If you never manage to get upstairs, just invent a religion with the foundational tenet being that the thing upstairs is forbidden for everyone! Until the young apostate generation demands to scale the fire stairs and then you get to have a HOLY WAR}}
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