Your room mate knocks to tell you that your Inficitive County T-shirt has arrived in today's mail!
"Hooray! Slide it under the door, yes yes". Your room mate says he is not going to slide it under the door, he is going to leave it seven feet from your room out in the hall. You have to come out of your shell and join the fuckin world again or your shirt will just lay there until someone uses it as a cum rag.
"Nooooo!". You yell and hammer at the door, the un-passable door. You just can't go out there, out THERE! They stop feeding you. The only water you get is from sucking off the leaves you can reach through your open window early in the morning. And one raw robin egg that fell from its nest of a windy day. So hungry and going insane. You are not sure if its real but you keep hearing THEM the OTHERS beyond the door whispering, laughing about you. You are so weak now you can't get up out of bed.