TheManchild strolled through the halls of his dimly lit apartment, pacing back and forth as he often did while singing a jaunty limerick.
"Oh me Oh my, Oh Chicken Thigh, what oh what shall I do today?
There's Game Boy games
Steam sales galore.
I could paint my face like a
or watch some eps of
He went to the kitchen to get breakfast as he often did at breakfast time. Thick mounds of butter on toast, water fresh from leaking tap, and a puff or two of month old hash after his belly was full and warm.
"Ah what I fine and glorious day. There is nothing that could be better. Methinks I shall play some Star Wars on the Game Boy before retiring for a morning nap."
As playing, a thought crept into his brain; a wormy, slithering thing, burrowing into his skull.
"OH FUCK ME I FORGOT THE FUCKING RECAPS FOR FUCK SAKES. Is it fuckin' Friday already? Jesus Christ what the fuck!"