Extend the Story - Add a Room

'Stop thinking in questions. It's seriously pissing me off now!' He says, an angry look on his face.

'I'm sorry..' You say, frowning.

'How did you know I was even thinking...?'

'Why I can read your thoughts of course! Just dial this number and you'll get mind reading abilities instantly! Absolutely free!'


He hands you a strip of paper, you reach out to grab it..But you cannot reach, you manage to tear the corners, yet you cannot get a good grip...You strain your muscles just to reach for it, yet your difficult efforts are in vain. Futile puke beneath your Leather-soled shoes.

Give up..