"Mmmhmm.. I wonder if there's any good stuff on da YewChube..."
Cut to a dark, damp messy kitchen. Silverware, food, boxes, and even trees are scattered around.
"Hmmm... oh, some new Modnashin Rashers stuff!"
All are sorrounded by an overweight, balding man, clad in nothing but a bra and a medal of a Pikachu like creature.
"Arrgh, WHY IS THERE A HEX BOX VIDEYO IN THE RELATED VIDS!"
The decaying walls and long unused appliances stare at him, and seem to laugh at himself.
"I HATE THAT HEX BOX!"
"Fuckin' Hesh Box! UGH! With dare payin for ONLINE GAMING and the FUCKIN' most HORRIBLE RED RING!"
Suddenly, an elderly, stern male voice pipes in.
"Chris, quiet down!"
"But, dad, I am just on the internet."
"Shut that damn thing off. It's the middle of the night."
"No!"
"Shut it down! Shut that damn computer down!"
"But dad..."
"Don't gimme any buts, Chris, shut it down."
"No!"
"Shut it down, or I'll shut it down for you."
"NO!"
Out of the shadows, the large, balding creature leaps onto his elderly father. He falls onto layers and layers of filth, and is crushed by his son's weight. His head falls onto a jagged piece of rusted metal, and is now bleeding from his expressionless face.
"Uh-oh... loosh like I got a lil' too bumpy"
"Dad, are you alright?"
No response.
"Dad?"
"Sigh... this is so stressful..."
The man leaves his now motionless father, and begins his journey. He goes through the house, tripping over piles of clothes that haven't seen the light of day for decades, until he finds the path he's paved for himself. Panting and sweating, he climbs up a pair of stairs, and he finds his destination.
"Ahhh yess... mah good ol' room."
He finds a door, marked with decade old Pokemon posters, and his eyes perk up. He opens it, and a bright light appears.
"Hmmm... I'll think I'll play sum PS3 now..."
TO BE CONTINUED