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Er, hello?
To the desk.
Hello?
Name?
Name?
Oscar, Oscar Loten.
Marital status?
I'm sorry, there must be some mistake. How do I get back?
Not possible, I'm afraid.
You see, the tricky thing about falling over is that it's hard for them to anticipate, you see.
That's why you've ended up here with us for processing.
But first, you have to fill in your forms.
Section A.
You'd better get started. You may be with us for some time.
You don't have a reservation, so you need to wait.
Sit down for 3-0.
And fill out your form.
Where did he find out about our service?
Is this... Good luck.
This isn't happening. I have to get out of...
You can't! I've tried.
No.
There is a way. The door. In there, I've seen it.
It's a portal. A portal about her life.
You've reached that door boy, past his desk, past the quota.
Back to life.
Back to reality.
Okay, Mr Wool, we've had quite enough of you for today.
Even if that was true, which it isn't, you're not going in there any time soon.
Why is that?
There's a queue. She's been here the longest.
Relax.
There's nothing you can do about it now except sit.
And wait like the rest of us.
Do you think they tell people when they're in hell?
I think it sort of dawns on you, you know.
Just sort of dawns.
Grrr.
Hey!
Number four, two, six.
Name?
What?
Post-Lacurity.
Oscar. Oscar Lote.
Take a seat.
Sir, how do you think you did overall?
How do you mean?
Well, yeah, fell off her toilet, so not great.
I didn't fall.
Really? You should have said something.
I tried. I mean, that woman, I think she made a mistake.
A slip-up? That's very interesting.
What happened? Were you pushed? Please?
The bulb didn't work.
Tom, I had to put in a new one.
And I stood on the toilet to fix it.
And then suddenly the bulb blew.
You found yourself in our waiting room.
Then you're in the right place.
Yes, yes, right, right.
Listen, what do you want?
I have money. I have some.
I have stuff.
That's not how it works, Mr. Lote.
You see, I need to decide if you're a person of true value.
True?
And I've got a quota to fill.
Look, I died too soon.
I wasn't given enough time.
It's always too soon or too late.
No one's ever happy, are they?
I mean, look around.
An office with carpets.
Friendly management.
Not an eternity of nothingness. I mean, look.
Look what we have.
That was my idea for you. For you, Oscar.
But are you happy? No.
No one's ever happy.
But unfortunately, you are the sum of your life's actions.
Nothing more.
So now it has been so abruptly concluded.
Perhaps you can get to the business of summing it up.
This isn't happening.
Your father. How does this picture make you feel?
What's going on here? He jumped the queue.
This isn't going to look very good on your file, Mr. Lote.
Fuckface!
Fuckface?
Fuckface!
What did you fall off?
What did you fall off?
What did you fall off?
