4:33am.
It is still dark.
I hear some faint rustling outside the bedroom door.
Then I hear, "It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time!"
I roll over and try desperately to pretend this isn't happening.
"It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time!"
I am being harassed by a Happy Meal Toy.
"It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time! It's clobbering time!"
More specifically, I am being tormented by The Thing.
The bastard.
He won't stop.
Finally I open the door slowly.
There is Grand Master H, laying face down in the darkness of the hallway, with The Thing.
He looks up at me, and says, in all seriousness, "How did you know I was here?"
