Narrator: "This is the story of a man named Stanley, Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was employee number 427. Employee number 427's job was simple, He sat in his desk in room number 427 and he pushed buttons on his keyboard, Orders came to him through a monitor at his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what employee 427 did every day, every month, every year. And although others might've considered it soul rending, Stanley relished every moment the orders came in, as those he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy, And then one day, something peculiar happened, Something that would forever change Stanley, something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour, when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No one had showed up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say hi. Never in all his years at the company had this happen, with complete isolation, something was very clearly wrong, shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time, but as he came to his wits, and regained his senses, and got up from his desk and walked out of his office."

...Yap yap yap. does this guy keep going on? You thought to youself, you got bored, you watched Stanley walk out of room number 427, promptly to have The Narrator yap on.. and on.. and ON..... Stanley then walked around until he reached a set of two open doors, the door he entered from had closed behind him, well, EVERY door did... but whatever.

The Narrator: "When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the one on his left."

Oh, you could totally screw things up with this.