The night is young, you hear the white noise of the tv in the background as you laze away at your monitor. The white noise is met with a loud thump." That sound is not of the natural environment", you thunk to your self. You decide to investigate the disturbance and peel yourself from your leather race car office chair. Opening the door to reveal your living room empty beside the sound of an analog clock ticking away. You then transition to your kitchen to see a sink full of dishes your not going to do for another 4 days. Analyzing the scene you see nothing out of normality everything seems as it should be . You decide that since your in here you may as well microwave some Baja Cafe® Chicken and Cheese Taquitos . Navigating to your fridge you embrace the cold air of the freezer and trek through all the freezer burned bacon and a old Hot Pocket§. Grabbing a plate from your cabinet you hit your elbow like you always do on the stupid ass fucking cabinet that flies open every fucking time the space and time around it is manipulated it pops back out and you clash with it. After your taquitos are prepared you make your way back to your lair. The comfy invitation of the race car office chair reminds you of how kids have race car beds and thats like a projection thing or something. Sitting down and eating one taquito in one bite like the fucking man beast you are. You invited by the sensation of another presence in the room, it threatens you none the less, so you decide to get up and spin around and ready you jujitsu this isn't the first time forbidden techniques were using in the household. Instead of spining around and posing your body flings itself across the room your ceribelum meeting with that of the corner of your bedside service platform. Yea