Legos, Legos Everywhere

It started on an eerie night at the office building of Eiderhousen And Sons.
The jobs they provided were a business opportunity for any man. They made boxes and packaging tape.

One particular worker in mind was indeed quite troubled. He'd been working 12 hour shifts for the past fourteen years. The only promotion they'd ever given him in those fourteen years, was the day he went from being a packager...to a salesman. He was an official salesperson for the company. He made calls every day to people who would need boxes. That was pretty much everybody.

So on this one night, this eerie, spooky night, our little salesperson James Creege decided to have a meltdown.

“I've been working this job for fourteen years! I've given extra time and effort! I've clocked more hours than any person here. I deserve this promotion!” James Creege shouted at his boss.

“And you're not going to get it. You work yes, but you don't enjoy your work. That's why your not getting the promotion. Until you can show this company your dedicated.”

His boss seemed very level headed, but he also seemed quite shallow and greedy. The person getting the promotion had only worked there for two years, that's why James was indeed mad.

“I'll show you dedication..” he growled.

He marched out of the office and back down the hall. Upon entering the elevator he noticed a quite annoying coffee stain on the front of his shirt. His white shirt.

“Great...” came the mumbled reply.

He pushed for the 20th floor. He was on the 3rd currently. As they ascended the floors more and more people started coming in. Eventually James was squished between two rather large men and their poodles. One of the poodles thought it might be funny to nip him. So, James exited on the 20th floor bitten and hurt, he stomped back to his office and slammed the door. James paced his office. He had to figure something out. What was he going to do?

It then struck him that perhaps, it was not he who had the problem..but them. His boss had looked rather suspicious. He had the inkling that there was more going on here than what met the eye. He needed to protect himself quickly.

Somehow over the scale of fifteen minutes James convinced himself that his boss and co-workers were aliens. I mean how else do you explain everybody getting promotions and making friends and little James here, with nothing. Yes, this was quite the explanation.

So James drove, quite maniacally, just barely missing a geeky gamer walking twelve dogs, to the toy store. Amazingly, it was still open. He flew from his car and sprinted to the Lego's section.

“Pretty colored plastic blocks will insulate me from their mind devices.” he muttered. He grabbed thirty five huge buckets of Lego's blocks, and rushed his two carts back to the check out stand. He paid 1,750.00 dollars for thirty five buckets of legos blocks. He had five people carry his bags out to his car, they stuffed the lego blocks in the backseat, the trunk and eventually the front seat as well. The floorboards were full, the seats were exploding, and the trunk was about to burst open with the force the legos were putting on it. .

Driving like a maniac, he rushed his car back to the office. Everyone had left already, nobody would suspect him. They'd think he was working a double shift again. He carried four buckets of legos in at a time. When he had the thirty five buckets of legos in his office he dumped them out and began to build. He started with the walls, putting lego after lego, building his fortress to keep himself safe. All the while he was whispering..”They're coming, they're coming..have to build..protect myself.”

The ravings of a helpless mind? I believe so. Before putting up the final wall and sealing himself in, he had the inkling that he should warn others.

With his computer and his printer he printed fliers that said-

ALIENS ARE AMONG US

PROTECT YOURSELF FROM THE ALIENS. BUILD A SHELTER OF PLASTIC. IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT STOPS THEIR MIND ALTERING DEVICES.
HURRY THEY'RE COMING FOR YOU!

After printing hundreds of copies of fliers he ever so carefully left his little den to throw the papers out the window.

By morning he had created a solid fort of legos, with only one little lego door as a peephole. People passed by with much concern. James spent the day opening and closing the little peephole to peer out through the little door, bracing himself for the approach of the aliens he knew were sure to come.


Eventually after James refused to leave the confines of his Lego's Fortress, his boss summoned the security team who ended up breaking down his lego fortress and dragging him out.

“Don't trust them!” he shouted. “Protect yourselves! They will try to silence me, but don't be fooled.”

The very sad end of James Creege ended with him digging his nails on the very expensive floor of his dreaded office building, as the security team handed him over to the waiting psychiatrists in the white van from Marion Asylum.