Slurpy: I'm lost in a sea of misery.
At night, I toss and turn, fretting, my mind skewered by lances of despair. My wife turns to me and complains about my insomnia: "can't you just fucking go to sleep?"
"Sorry, hun," I say, my voice brittle, "but the Nintendo DS is actually selling well in Japan -- grandmas and little girls are buying that thing like crazy!"
"Mm hm" she says, and rolls over.
"That's right!" I shout at her supine frame. "You go to sleep! You close your eyes and just PRETEND that it'll all go away! Good for you! The wolves are at the door, woman, but you won't hear the howling! WHEN THE FIRE FALLS FROM THE HEAVENS AND EVERY CHILD IS BURNT WITH THE MARK OF THE NINTENDOG, YOU'LL RUE NOT HAVING TAKEN YOUR BELOVED SPOUSE SERIOUSLY!"
Later, as I try to make my bed on the porch, I shiver, eyes open, always open, watching and waiting for that certain doom: POKEYMON. "Maybe I shoulda joined the winning team," I think, but it's too late for salvation. A midnight bell tolls in the distance, and it sounds a little like the opening notes of the Zelda theme.