Mariella in the Parable

Bucket debate

When I wake up I am under some sort of desk. I move the office chair and stand up. It still seems like I am back in that office. I look around. There are a few other cubicles with computers and stuff. In the middle of the room there is a bucket on a podium. I feel like I should grab it but I don't, it feels too special to be moved. There are a few stickers on the bucket. One of the stickers say 'Property of Stanley' and the other one is a bucket. A sticker of a bucket on a bucket. Seems pointless to me. But this must be Stanley's bucket.

Speaking of Stanley he suddenly walks into the room with the Narrators voice following him.
"Stanley looked everywhere but c- Oh you're still here." The Narrator said. I could hear the disappointment in his voice.
"Yeah I am still here. I don't think I can get out of here" I reply.
He sighs "Let's carry on then."

Stanley picks up the bucket and walks out the room. I follow quickly behind. The Narrator continues talking,
"St- the two of them each a set of two doors. They went though the left door." He said. I assume he's used to only referring to Stanley. He sounded a bit bitter when he said 'the two of them'. Maybe he's mad about me ruining the 'story'. Is it a story? A game? I don't know anymore. Stanley walked into the right door.
"Stanley knew this wasn't the right choice, but he wanted to check the employee lounge." The Narrator said. His voice sounds forced, like he has rehearsed this line many times.

I follow Stanley into the lounge. It's a blue room with a few chairs and painting. Stanley sits down on one of the chairs with the bucket in his lap. "Yes, truly a wonderful room" Said The Narrator. I try to see if the vending machine in the room is working. There is a light on but it doesn't have anything inside.

"Mariella, I have a question for you." Said The Narrator after a minute or two of silence.
"What is it?" I ask.
"What do you think of the bucket?" He asked. "The bucket?" I look at the bucket in Stanley's lap. "It's a bucket." I say.
"Anything else? Anything different or original about the bucket?" He sounds petty. Like he's asking this question for a reason. Stanley rolls his eyes at the question.
"It has stickers on it." I pause and think about it. "That's about it." I say hesitantly. I feel like something is special about the bucket that I can't explain. Not something sinister like the rest of the parable. It's like it's too good for me but it's just a bucket. It's just a bucket.

"See Stanley! It's just a bucket. I don't understand why you like it so much. Mariella agrees with me." The Narrator sounds like he's been waiting to make this point.
"I mean there isn't anything wrong with the bucket." I point out.
"No..Mariella you're supposed to agree with me." The Narrator sounds disappointed.
"What's wrong with the bucket? Or maybe you're jealous of the bucket." I say.
"Me? Jealous of a bucket? It's a bucket! Have you truly lost your mind?" He sounds defensive now. "If you aren't jealous of the bucket why don't you like Stanley carrying the bucket around?" I feel a bit smug at this point.
"Im not jealous of a stupid bucket" He says that and turns off the microphone.

Stanley seems amused by The Narrators reaction. He's still cradling the bucket in his arms. He stands up and walks out. I follow behind.