Me after I get off my 9-5 job only to remember that my wife is dead and my kids went missing a week ago realizing that my belt could hang in my closet until the end of time and my life is meaningless because I’ll I do is wear a squirrel costume to kids birthday party’s to earn an amount that makes minimum wage look like winning the lottery and then I come home to my cabin in the woods and hope that the power is still working because I haven’t paid the bill in months because I can’t afford it and I can’t even afford gas for my cheap Honda Civic so I ride a bike made of spare parts 3 hours back and fourth to work in a comedically large squirrel costume I’ve been hit by cars on 8 different occasions and sadly the squirrel costume protects me and so I’m trapped in an endless cycle of sleeping 30 minutes riding my bike to some kids birthday party where I’m hit by baseball bats relentlessly only to make around $4.25 total and that’s on a good day where I stop at the gas station where the Indian shop keeper throws rocks at me for my costume to get a pack of hot dogs that I will eat raw after the 3 hour bike ride home and after all that I will lie awake on my floor because I can’t afford a bed until I finally fall asleep for 30 minutes only to wake up and do it again the next day.