"Shall we press the button?"

"No."

"...Why not?"

"No. Just... No. All our work will be wasted!"

"But what good will our work do? Paranoi has already fired everyone, has access to all the equipment, and could have all of mouse corp destroyed with a wave of his paw!"

"What about the humans? All our hard work?"

"What about them? Paranoi could order for all our hard work to be gone with a wave of his paw!"

"What is it with you and waves of paws?"

"I don't know. I've been watching too much human television, I guess."

"But what of the cats?"

"They would understand. We could launch project Gaia."

"And what of the dogs? They have an unhealthy obsession with humans."

"That's... A good point."

"They would kill us all and make us into squeaky balls!"

"You're right! We should continue with project Earth! ...But what about the second day of doom?"

"We will have to do what humans do best: Put things off until tomorrow."

"...To putting things off until tomorrow!"

"To putting things off until tomorrow!"

And as they toasted, a tiny spill...

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

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None of your business, mothersqueaker! Though it'll really help with the word count, which we've been really low on lately... Okay, fine...

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Note: The above may or may not just be keyboard abuse-induced spam. If it was, then I suppose you can feel proud of figuring out that it was. If it wasn't, well, I suppose you can feel proud of wasting time trying to figure out what quadrant of space Mouse Corp is in, even though you can't make sense of coordinates.

* * *

David woke up.

David took a shower.

David had a coffee.

David had another coffee.

David had another coffee.

David had another coffee.

David had another coffee.

David had another coffee.

David had yet another coffee.

David had another coffee.

David had another coffee.

David had another coffee.

David had enough coffees after that that it would probably count as spam used to abuse the word count, so I'll stop there.

David tried to make sense of his dream. His dream was a weird one, as he could remember what it was even after he had his coffees.

It was the following:

"Shall we press the button?"

"No."

"...Why not?"

"No. Just... No. All our work will be wasted!"

"But what good will our work do? Paranoi has already fired everyone, has access to all the equipment, and could have all of mouse corp destroyed with a wave of his paw!"

"What about the humans? All our hard work?"

"What about them? Paranoi could order for all our hard work to be gone with a wave of his paw!"

"What is it with you and waves of paws?"

"I don't know. I've been watching too much human television, I guess."

"But what of the cats?"

"They would understand. We could launch project Gaia."

"And what of the dogs? They have an unhealthy obsession with humans."

"That's... A good point."

"They would kill us all and make us into squeaky balls!"

"You're right! We should continue with project Earth! ...But what about the second day of doom?"

"We will have to do what humans do best: Put things off until tomorrow."

"...To putting things off until tomorrow!"

"To putting things off until tomorrow!"

And as they toasted, a tiny spill...

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Mice talking in a weird, grey, crossed-out, italicized text.

As David tried to make sense of this dream, he looked out the window to witness the miracle of the sun coming back.

And the sun exploded.

And then everyone died and everything sucked.

The end.