I never created Office Space.
''I never got my cake. Birthday cake. Don't be greedy. Pass a piece to everyone,'' Milton muttered while he frowned and wandered the streets.
He began to recall seeing the empty area where the pieces of cake once were. Was he greedy? He certainly never thought so.
Milton began to pause as soon as his eyes settled upon what appeared to be a cake store.
''Cake? I'll get cake?'' Milton mumbled. He approached the door at a snail's pace before a man appeared.
The OPEN sign was flipped to reveal the words CLOSED.
Milton shook his head in disbelief slowly.
THE END