Some time passed when the car pulled back into the driveway and Hank got out. As he was unlocking the door, he saw a flicker of light inside the house through the glass of his French door. Cautiously, he slowly turned the doorknob and crept inside. He saw that the lights were coming from his room, so with his back against the wall he snuck towards it.
Then he heard a high-pitched female voice:
"Mo-tto! Mo-tto!"
He peered into the room and sitting on his chair was a man with black hair who was vigorously shaking his right arm.
"Oh dear Moses!" Hank thought.
On the computer screen in front of the man, he saw one of his Japanese-animation porn titles playing on 'Windows media player'.
"Meta-consciousness, what should I do?" asked Hank.
Hank had retreated to the bathroom and was sitting in the half-lotus position in the bathtub.
He suddenly put on a poker face.
"Beep-beep-bo-beep!" emitted quasi-robotic-meta-Hank, "You. should. kick. his. ass!"
"Hai!" responded Hank.
Hank rummaged through the medicine cabinet, then unfolded the pointed-edge of his nail-clippers. Holding the point saber-style, Hank relaxed and allowed himself a moment of calm – the calm before the kamikaze.
"Ganbatte," said meta-Hank.