One day, a bunch of people in very smart-looking full-body scuba gear were standing in a great empty room as a gentle voice told them in no uncertain terms that they needed to be spending some more money or they would be dreadfully behind in some way, although very few in the room could react to that, or even pick up a pencil if it fell to the floor.

Suddenly, most of them were either in a floating box of some sort or, completely without explanation, directly on the ground. The ones in the box were seemingly quite happy, as some of them decided to stay there and never leave. The others, wanting to hear a whooshing sound and see what their hands looked like, jumped out of the happy box and whooshed to the ground, where yet others already unfortunately were. Being on the ground made them so mad, they decided to pull out their guns and shoot each other. Nothing really happened until, quite by accident, someone shot a person who had their name in red hologram above their heads, as opposed to the blue hologram names they had grown quite used to seeing. Filled with newfound purpose, the not-so-happy blue namers launched the War of Shooting Red Names In Hopes of Getting Back Inside the Happy Box.

Eventually, the happy box blew up or not, not killing the happy people inside of it whichever way that played out. The war was over, and the blue namers were shown that they really didn't have enough money to ever make them happier than when they crouched in the corners of the floating happy box. "Next time," quite a few more of them said, "I'm going to stay inside that happy box no matter what."

This repeated in wave after wave of mind-numbing similarity until one day it stopped. The End.