Hi. My name is button. I like it when people press me. Can you do me a favor? Please go press me on the cover again. I have an itch on my back. Done? I’m glad. I have some things I want to talk about.
First of all: Why do people always make me red? Buttons are black. I am not red. I do not have a sunburn.
Second off: People always press me over and over again. They think it’s Funny. It is not. It makes me sad.
Finally: Buttons do not activate the end of the world. Enough with that theory.
Now, I thank you for listening to my side of the story. Hopefully, next time you see a button, you will think twice about how alive we really are.
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