The end of the world from the inside of a corporate office.
When the sky turned red and space rocks started falling from above, and the seas all rose and hurricanes started buffeting the shores, and the forests were consumed with flames and all the nuclear missiles started counting down, there wasn’t really anywhere to run. Instead we all laid on our backs on the conference table and looked at the ceiling.
“How many ceiling tiles do you think there are?” asked Sheila, from accounting.
“I don’t know,” said Jim. He turned his head. “Do you mean here, or in the whole building? Or in the whole world?”