Greg sat down on his couched and yawned. He put one arm on the couch and used the other to scoop up his remote control. He was now god over what was watched on the television. He pushed the plus button on the remote control and the T.V. changed into a picture of screaming teenagers. He could cause this little world in a box to do whatever he wished via the all powerful customer survey. He punched in numbers on this all powerful device and it switched to a man wearing a big brown hat running from a giant stone ball all for his entertainment. Sure it was fake but he still controlled the world around him through the “tube”. Actors bowed before his might. Turn it off and don’t watch they’re out a job. There lively hoods were under his control. Nothing could stop his might. Greg stood up off the couch and began to life maniacly.

“Honey!” yelled Gregs wife. “Did you take out the garbage yet?”

“No, sorry Hun.” replied Greg. He sat back on the couch and scowled. Foolish mortal, she didn’t understand.