It was a chilly October night where Greg Stott was keeping his shift, watching. This wasn’t a normal job; he wasn’t getting paid to stay up all night, trembling in fear. He was awake for survival. “Those bloodthirsty bastards!” thought Greg as he puffed away at his cigarettes, his eyes peeled. Any movement he saw, whether he knew what it was or not, he had to report it to the other three that slept soundly, or at least TRIED to. It’s no surprise they were all in shock after what happened to Steve.

  Back when the five of them were little, Steve was the funny one. He always had the right thing to say at the right time, your day would never be sad with Steve around. Yet being in the right place was different. The five of them had grown up to be successful business men, all working for the same rubber stamp company. They were at the peak of their pride and were so thankful to have such a good life, until the meeting, such a horrible meeting…It all started when they were all in their cubicles, as usual, working up new plans to spread their rubber stamps across the nation. The men joked around as usual, writing and passing their plans via paper airplanes (although it wasn’t really needed because of the fact that there cubicles were less than a foot apart).

 Suddenly the phone rang on Montgomery’s desk, which could only mean one thing! There was a surprise meeting, but that happened a lot, so it was not much of a surprise when they discovered that it was a meeting with their “rival” rubber stamp company: “Rice, Stamps, and Everything Nice!” The two companies had been in a viscous debate whether if when they team up they should call their store “You Know You Want It” or “The Stamp Store.”

 That’s when Death took its toll, and of course, he had to make it as gruesome as imaginable. Steve had just stood up to make what would have been an important statement, if he hadn’t got sidetracked mid-sentence.

 ”I think that if we’re going to work together we should call our store something that really sticks out so it catches the people’s attention no matter what’s on their minds!” he said while pounding his fist into his other hand. But he just HAD to get sidetracked and notice that outside the large office window, many feet below, a dog was dressed in a tutu as it was walked across the parking lot. So when Steve was talking…