Donovan NcNabb took to one final drag from his cock-shaped crack pipe before falling into bed.
"It ain't easy being me.", he muttered, curling into the fetal position.
"Computer. Music. Kid-A."
Donovan's high-powered, voice-controlled computer system responded to his command in less than 30 milliseconds by piping "Everything In Its Right Place" into the room.
Donovan started to rock slowly from side to side as the warm tones washed over his crack-infused conciousness.
McKnabb's life goal had always been to acquire enough money to purchase a lifetime supply of crack then retire.
He had made it and was now living the dream.
Suddenly came a knock on the bedroom door.
[Someone add more stuff here.]