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He wakes up. He frees himself from unpleasant dreams that only leave ominous after images in his brain of a relationship gone horribly wrong and overbearing men and unsatisfied desire. Then he eats some more left overs from Thanksgiving and he tries to start his car with a battery starter but it does not work but it does make the radio work so he sits in what is now his four wheeled radio and listens to the adventures from Lake Woebegone for a while and then he takes the batter starter back inside and he wonders where the Thanksgiving weekend has gone and he reads some more Moll Flanders and he plays some more Words with Friends and he reads about Jeff Bezos’ new plan to deliver packages to people via drone and he does not trust Jeff Bezos because he seems more and more like a villain in a Dr. Who episode laying out an incredibly complicated plot by making it so the world ends up being owned entirely by him so he can then impregnate us all with whatever he wants to impregnate us with. Then he eats some more pie and he feels that this Thanks Giving weekend is getting too long and he is getting bored with it and then he has a nap and then he learns that Paul Walker is dead and he died yesterday in a car crash which is very sad and then he sees that The Republican Party are being made fun of because they celebrated the life or Rosa Parks by saying that she ended racism which is amusing for lots of reasons and then he watches an episode of The Simpsons and then an old episode of Family Guy where Brian is still alive and he wonders if Brian is going to come back to life and it will be a complicated Time travel episode and the shock value of a death in the famil will just be an extended punchline and then he plays Age of Empires III and he directs his tiny little avatars to move around the landscape to cut down trees and mine for silver and hunt deer and trade with native americans and no doubt later on down the road sell them pox ridden blankets and worthless legal documents regarding their land and property. Then he goes to sleep.