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Stanley continued to stare. A single pixel on the screen flickered.

"Perhaps you’re waiting for a sign," the Narrator continued, his tone shifting toward a forced joviality. "A dramatic swell of music? A shimmering golden path? I’m afraid the budget for this particular branch of reality didn't cover such extravagances. It’s just you, me, and a very standard wooden door." Stanley turned around and walked back toward his office. the-stanley-parable

"Fine. Stay there. Rot in your cubicle. I’ll just go describe the broom closet to someone who actually appreciates a good piece of ambient storytelling. Enjoy your silence, Stanley. I hope it’s exactly as fulfilling as you imagined." Stanley continued to stare