“Ah! There you are!”
I turned, and was astonished to find an man who I had never seen before standing behind me.
“Ah! There you are!” He said again. “I want to taaaaaaalk to you!”
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Ah, you don’t know…” he looked sad, and then. “I am the greatest rofl-er of all time!”
“Rofl-er?”
“Rolling-on-the-floor-laughing. Yes.”
“And what do you want?”
“I want you to take over for me! I am dead.”
“You’re… dead?”
“Yeah!”
“And… the greatest rofl-er of all time?”
“Yeah, and now you have to take over for me. Because I am dead.”
“And exactly…why?”
“Because, rofl must not go out of style. In fact, I started the whole thing.”
“Sure..”
“But really! And you can take over for me!”
“Do I want to?”
“Think about the fame and glory! It could be you!” Visions of attending the oscar awards flooded over me.
“Alright! I can do this! Where do I start?”
“Right here,” the ghost pointed to my computer.