| Yeah I pressed that button once.
The next thing I knew, I was naked in the middle of Route 22 holding a pitcher of sangria and a sign that said Will Limbo For Food. What the hell was that?
Then I was sucked into a vortex and time stopped. Around me was a nebulous gray haze, undifferentiated--the very essence of complete entropy. Heat death. My voice was empty, I couldn't scream and talk, and I was neither cold nor warm.
I floated there, motionless, wondering how a hundred dollar piece of consumer electronics could have done this, and how I was going to get back.
Finally, sleep came over me, and when I woke up, my head was stuck inside my grey pillowcase. | 
