You’re on your lunch break, scrolling through your phone, killing time before you go back to the grind. You leave a salty comment on a stranger’s selfie, chuckle to yourself and head back to work. Upon entering your cubicle you are informed that you must clean out your desk and leave immediately; you’ve been fired! Someone took offense to your salty facebook comment and contacted your employer. Riding the subway home you wonder what you’re going to tell the missus; turns out it’s not an issue cos you return to an empty home and a note from your wife explaining she got a call from someone on your Facebook and now she’s left you. At least she didn’t take the TV…you turn it on and see your own face staring back at you; the news is doing a special report on what a creepy asshole you are. You switch off the TV, slip in the earbuds, switch on W3 Thr33 Tr0lls and slip the noose around your neck; you kick the chair over just in time to narrowly avoid being lynched by the townsfolk with pitchforks who swarm into your room. They leave dejected, setting fire to your home as they depart in silence.