[ WP ] You find a button . Words are written on it . It reads : `` Please Click Me ''

It was just another night with the boys. We were out at the pubs, getting rowdy, and I had to take a leak. All in all, about as average as they come. I vacated my spot at the bar, and began my trek to the restroom, walking heel to toe to prove my balance and the fact that I, Charlie Danielson, was most definitely NOT drunk. My progress was interrupted by a post situated in the center of the room, which my friends told me later was there all the time, but I distinctly remember having it jump out in front of me at the last moment. 
 
 From my relaxed position on the floor, I decided that a short break was in order for my hard work so far. I put my hands behind my head, and looked up at the ceiling. It was a patchwork of mostly useless crap. Old rusted license plates fought for space against broken fishing tackle, and the occasional taxidermied animal, obviously not done in hopes of portraying the majesty of it's life. And there, eight feet above my head was a lightly glowing yellow button with the words `` Please Click Me'' emblazoned on it in black. 
 
 `` HEY YOU DRUNK FUCKS'', I yelled back at my mates, `` COME GET A LOAD OF THIS''. One by one they dragged each other away from much more sober girls, who really did n't want the attention that badly anyways. All four of us now stood, clustered in the middle of a dingy bar, staring at a button on the ceiling. An outside observer might have noticed that we resembled a group of meerkats, all trying to identify if this strange addition to our habitat was danger or fun. They might also have noticed our beer-stained t-shirts. Or the fact that C.J. was only wearing one shoe at this point. But none of these observations would have changed what happened next. 
 
 `` HEY BRO, I NEED THIS'' said Davie, as he pulled the bar stool out from under a greased-up jersey boy. Nobody even paid attention to the poor kid as he fell, because we were too busy trying to get Davie up on the stool, so he could get close enough to push the button. This would have been hard enough if we were all sober, but none of us were quitters; so what if Davie puked a little as he got to the second rung? 
 
 Finally, while C.J. held off the angry greaser kid, Davie reached the top of the stool. Utilizing all 5' 10'' of his `` totally six feet tall'' the tip of his index finger pressed against the button, which held fast for a moment, and then depressed with a satisfying click. 
 
 
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 In the rafters above the button, a rusted gear mechanism clicked once. A blowing red LED display that had read `` 013'' now read `` 012''. Wires extended from the display, pressed into the sides of plastic chunks that were molded around the supports holding the roof up. 
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 `` Damn thing must be broken'' said Davie, as he gave it a couple more clicks for good measure. 
 
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 In the roof, the display rapidly changed. `` 011'' `` 010'' `` 009'' 
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 A bystander at the bar gave them some encouragement, `` Aw hell, give it a couple more. Maybe it's just old. This place has been here forever, ever since that crazy Nam Vet guy kicked it and it got turned into a bar. Maybe he had some wacky burglar system installed and it's got ta warm up.'' 
 
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 The numbers on the display began to get worryingly small. They reached down towards 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2.... 
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 In the bar below, we worked to get Davie back on his feet. He had chipped a tooth pretty bad when he face-first fell onto the bar. `` I'll be finbe you guybs'' he managed to say over the blood pooling on his lower lip. `` Its noffinb. I used to blay hokey. We woub get cut ub all the timb'' Thankfully, one of the cuter girls at the bar was a nursing student, and was slightly impressed that D was n't dead after his one-man crowd dive. She worked on patching him up while the rest of us went and found our beers wherever we left them. We ended up going home that night to my house and playing smash bros until we passed out on the floor of my apartment. All in all, I'd say it was a good night. 
 
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 In the ceiling, the display reads `` 001''. 
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