“This is the story of a man named Stanley,” The Narrator started, as Stanley sat as his desk. Stanley was a selective mute, y’see, so he often communicated by sign language. He could talk, it's just that, in some situations, he literally couldn't. He could hear Narrator, and Narrator could see and hear him. “Stanley’s job was simple,” He spoke again. “He pressed butto—“ The Narrator was quickly interrupted by a quick coughing fit. “Ooh, my apologies, Stanley.” He quickly exclaimed.