Not done this in a while, have I?

6:00 PM

"Ok, this The Devil Deity signing out on Day 1 of the interviews."

I felt weary and sick even as I mouthed the ghastly words. A single day into this job and I already felt like I was dead. I trembled slightly as I turned of the light, plunging the room- and entire complex- into darkness. Sighing, I took my coat, closed the door, and locked it. I stumbled home, wondering if tomorrow would be this insane. Simply grabbing a huge bowl of ice-cream and a4 litre bottle of Fanta, as well as a lifetime supply of nerve tonic, I sat in front of the T:V, watching Judge Judy and CSI. And before I could empty my beloved Fanta, I had wandered into sleep.

I sat in an endless purple shifting void, sitting their wondering if I had died. Suddenly a giant of a man in black armour with a long ragged cape appeared in front of me. Looking at my Fanta bottle with puzzlement, I tossed it away, saying:

"Wow, that's good shit."

The man started acting like a retarded ghost, saying 'Wooooo…' over and over again. I suddenly began to laugh and said:

"Grandpa?"

The figure immediately stopped with a look of indignation on his face, before he pointed to himself and proclaiming:

"No, you fool. It's me!" He struck a heroic and evil pose. Familiarity crossed my face.

"Grandpa, you need your pills."

The figure raised his arms in irritation before yelling:

"No, I'm Spinta, The Vespetillios!" I looked at him carelessly, thinking he was high on mushrooms. A creepy music played in the background as the now-named Spinta adopted his old ghost act before saying:

"If yoooou stay at thiiis gaaameee… then yoooou will looose eveeerrrythinggg!"

Horror engulfed my face as I thought of the possibility.

"Even my Nintendo Wii?"

"Yes."

"Even my home?"

"Yes."

"Even my… Fanta?"

"Yesss!"

A new thought came to my head, and I smiled.

"Even my sexuality?"

The dark and creepy music abruptly halted, like it did in the cartoons. Spinta dropped his arms and said in an odd tone:

"Um… no."

"Ok then, I'm cool."

A scowl crossed Spinta's features. His red eyes glowed ominously, and he fought the words past gritted teeth.

"Humph. Ok, you win this round. I'll get you someday!" And, along with the dream, he vanished.