Just when Mark was about to lose consciousness, he heard the clicking and clacking of heels passing by. Through the crevice between the slabs, he saw a pair of slender feet encased in black pumps, most likely belonging to a representative from the contracting company. Normally, Mark would shy away from meeting these individuals, as they tend to only bring bad news to him and his team. But today was a different story.
Using whatever energy he could muster, he slid the remote to point through the crevice at the heels, and the person wearing them. "If this remote really was the thing causing this mess, then it surely can get me out of it," Mark thought. He cursed himself for not taking the remote seriously and not reading the manual.
Pressing a random button on the remote, he felt his vision slipping away...
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