You we’re in the elevator patiently waiting for the next floor, and when the next floor came, you walked into what seemed to be darkness. The room slowly lit up and you saw… yourself? Buried in a cake. You walked out of the cake, or the fake you did, and exclaimed;

“It’s my birthday!”

This faker of you got onto the elevator as the doors closed, and you stared for a second.

“What a good day good you have a day is good?”