So a guy walks past a ladder that seemingly goes into the sky forever.

As he walks past this ladder, scratching his head as to what it does, he notices a sign that says: "Climb the ladder to success!" The guy, who just got back from working his dead end job at retail, looks up to the ladder and goes, "Fuck it, why not".

As he starts to climb the ladder, he reaches a low-flying cloud and sees a rather ugly woman surrounded by nickles, dimes, and other small-amount coins. "Take me! Or else continue to climb the ladder for more." She says. He looks at her, and decides that he could always climb back down if he didn't like what lay ahead. But he really hoped that this wasn't the best there was.

So he continued to climb, and climb and climb and climb, until he hit another cloud; this one was inhabited by a rather cute and nice woman, sitting on a mattress made of 10 and 20 dollar bills, and she cried out to him "Take me! Or else continue to climb the ladder for more!" He looks at her, and again, decides that he could always climb back to get her if he didn't like what he saw up ahead. But from the way this was going, he knew he'd like what he saw up above these clouds.

So now, he climbs with increased vigor, climbing as fast as he can until he reaches the next cloud, which was inhabited by such a gorgeous young woman he couldn't believe his eyes. An absolutely voluptuous, gorgeous and scantily clad woman was sitting on a bean-bag made of bank bags filled with 100 dollar bills. "Take me!" She breathed huskily at him, "Or climb the ladder for more." At this point he was dumbfounded, but he decided that if there's more after this, he's gotta take it. After all, he could always climb back down, right?

And so the man climbs so fast that he can barely hold on to the bars. His libido and wallet-sense are going crazy, and he can't wait to see what lies upon the next cloud! The woman of his dreams, sitting upon solid gold bars? A harem of women, each wearing skirts and dresses made of checks for a million dollars? He can't wait.

And it is in this state of mind that he reaches the top of the ladder. He jumps up to the clouds, expecting his dreams, and is thunderstruck. All that he can see is a big, 6'8" butch-looking biker man. He looks behind him to see that he hasn't been tricked or anything, and notices that the ladder is also gone! "What the hell's going on! Who're you?!" he shouts at the man, half in rage and half in disappointed libido.

"I'm Cess."