As an (US)American, I wake up every morning screaming into the Void.

Then the Void requests a subscription fee.

I’m not legally allowed to sleep until I’ve paid the Void, one way or another.

I can never pee beyond thunderzone because Tina Turner is so intinadating.

As someone that spent the better part of their youth making other people money at a grocery store, I’m bummed that I never had to build a comically oversized pyramid of bean cans that:

A: A neurotic but lovable protagonist that is just trying to get through shopping day would make the whole stack implode by taking a single can.

Or

B: A random cat in a panic would scurry up and around it as I frantically keep the pyramid from collapsing. Once the cat has fled the scene I would utter a sigh of relief just before a dog who was after the cat would crash through the stack just in time for the manager to appear and scold me for the mess.