"Oh, my bad, I read that wrong...

I should've said that his whole world went Blacked. When he stood up from the desk after sitting there for a little over 80 hours straight, staring at a chat screen that hadn't said a word since before he forgot to press "Enter" after his last message 80 ish hours ago. The standing up in frustration caused a rush of blood to his brain and caused him to black out immediately, then fall and smack his head on the edge of that mahogany desk he's so proud of. This led to two things happening. First of course is that he received a pretty bloody head wound and a s pretty epic concussion. The two of those would keep you knocked out for the first four hours of what ended up being an extended period of sleep that day, which caused him to miss work for forever. This would eventually lead to his job being vacated by his employer due to job abandonment and second, it left his computer screen being on amd open to said chatroom and unsent message he wrote, shining to all the witching hour moths flying by his office window, exposing itself to a couple of low level Cossack Gang members (dont know why the Eastern European (or are they Eurasian? )horse rider's descendants decided to emigrate en masse to his neighborhood 78 years ago, but they did), who thought to free him of an Alienware laptop, (because he liked to overpay for things that looked cool)'x̌ and whatever else they could snatch from the home tonight. It was only after climbing through the office window and spreading evidence all over the place, did they discover his "corpse". Suddenly their fly by the seat of their pants, night of tomthievery turned into fly by the seat of their ancestors horse's pants tom-arsonry and that body isn't going to burn up like this heavily laquered mahogany desk, better call Ivan and have him get here with the van quick so we can ditch this bloody corpse elsewhere type late night.