[ WP ] The Last Employee in the known world has fallen ill and is about to die

There was a commotion at the Store that morning. A cluster of people were just inside the front entrance but Arthur could only make out hushed voices from where he was, at the park across the street. 
 
 He decided to go closer, barely missing a puddle as he headed towards the group. 
 
 ``... Do n't know what he intends,'' one woman was saying. 
 `` A sorry cry for attention,'' another said, fixing her hat stubbornly on her head. 
 
 `` Sorry,'' Arthur said, approaching them. `` But what's happening?'' 
 
 The first woman heaved a sigh and looked Arthur up and down. The look she gave him meant she obviously did not find him a worthy conversational partner, but it was clear that the current gossip was too good not to share. 
 
 `` Well,'' she started. `` It would appear as though the Employee has decided he's had enough of selling. Look at him, at the counter there. No one can buy anything. You know, Louise has a pie in the oven and if she does n't get back home with new oven mitts the whole thing's going to be burnt. And there he is, just heaving into that bin. Can you believe?'' 
 
 Arthur looked over at the Employee who was, indeed, heaving a frightening amount of bile tinged with blood into the bin. 
 
 `` He really does n't look well. Maybe we should...'' Arthur started but did n't finish his sentence. Maybe they should what? Certainly, if something was to be done, someone would be doing it already. He was never one for great ideas. 
 
 The woman in the hat echoed his thoughts. `` Maybe we should what? We all have a job to do and he needs to do his. Who am I going to buy this milk from?'' 
 
 Arthur shrugged uncomfortably. There was a small thud as the Employee slumped over onto the ground. 

