"Why take responsibility for my inaction

"Why take responsibility for my inaction when the universe is a video game and my player is AFK?" "Well, mister, tell your AFK player to take out the trash, or you're grounded."

TImmy was tired of his dad ruining his fun. Video games were real. As Timmy angrily took the trash out, he thought about what his dad would think if he showed up in a HALO

VII advertisement. "I'll dress in combat drag, that'll really torque the old bird colonel off." A voice, seeming to emanate from the trash can, spoke: "Respect your elders!" Timmy

sat up, looking back and forth, confused at where the voice had come from. There was nobody else in the room with him. Was there something in the trash can? he wondered. He reached

over, lifted the lid of the trash can & sure enough...there sat Blake, Christina, Adam, & CeeLo in their revolving red chairs. Wow! This was his big chance! Grabbing a mic, he

Charged out onto the stage. This was his moment to shine! But, on the way there he fell making a loud crash that broke his mic. Fortunately, there was a spare mic.

The cascade of cliched rap lyrics that followed was rivalled only by the comments section of a YouTube rap track.

This proved too much for the word police who were there within minutes, banging on the door. "Open up and shut of your bloody computer!" Mr. Wordyrappinghood followed instructions.

due to the word police adding a powder to the last meal he ate that causes blindness. After escaping the word police, Wordyrappinghood changed his name to Blindybraillehood, sadly.