The last man on Earth was lonely. So he cloned himself.
But that got boring fast: “I can’t stand talking to myself like that!” he would exclaim himself.
He would sometimes hope some aliens would drop by. Seeing new faces would be nice.
Even if they came to take over.
Another boring day at the office. Same old dreadfully tedious numbers.
Except when there’s a discrepancy, in which case it’s the same old procedure, even if the moment of discovery is exciting for about a second.
As my cubicle neighbor starts to sneeze uncontrollably, I login to my auditor’s account.
On a boring day at the passport office, some guy burst in. Looked like he’d been attacked by a bear.
Uncharacteristically, government employees rushed to help him. He was later taken by ambulance.
Turns out he’d infected all the employees with the zombie plague.
Didn’t affect their work performance, though.
When John died, representatives of Heaven and Hell showed up.
“Come with me, and live in eternal bliss, love and happiness,” said the angel.
“Sounds boring, don’t it?” said the little devil. “Come with me, it’ll be fun!”
“Your pants are on fire,” said John.
“Occupational Hazard,” said the devil.