Post Secret: The fax machine wasn't stolen. I TOTALLY went Office Space on it in my back yard.

Lights come up on GREG in his cubicle, World of Warcraft on the computer. BOSS carrying a stack of files enters and stands at the door of the cubicle, BOSS clears his throat, and GREG immediately turns off the monitor.

BOSS
Yeah... I'm going to need you to stay late tonight, and send out some faxes, and file these.

GREG
That't not ever my job though.

BOSS
[nodding to the screen]
What exactly is your job?

BOSS exits, GREG grumbles under his breath. Lights fade.

Lights come up on GREG, in an office, the room lit dimly. His is filing files into a cabinet. He is very tired. He drops a stack of files, and they spill out of their folders. He sighs, and bends over to organize them and get them into the folders. He continues to file. Once he is finished, he slams the filing cabinet shut, only to slam his thumb in it.

GREG
[angrily ]
Fuck, Ouch.

GREG sucks his thumb while he moves over to the fax machine. He picks up some papers, and puts one in the machine, he turns it on, puts in the phone number, and presses send. The paper goes through, then it beeps three times. GREG goes over to look, and reads the little screen

GREG
Unable to send.

GREG sighs, tries again, the machine beeps three times like before.

GREG
Maybe if I restart it...?

GREG pushes the power button, and then pushes it again. He feeds the paper to the fax. It crumples inside of the machine, causing a jam.

GREG
Oh my friggin hell.

GREG opens up the machine and rips out the crumpled paper, it rips and he tries to get the little piece out, he cant get them out and is getting very frustrated, the machine starts beeping and wont stop.

GREG
[ripping the fax machine out of the wall socket.]
Well the hell with this!

GREG exits with the fax machine, lights fade.

Lights come up on GREG in his back yard, it is nighttime, he has a baseball bat, and is beating the shit out of the fax machine. Lights fade.