Listen Wendy, I'm not saying you should apply a Pollyanna transform filter to all your memories. That would rob them of all their depth, flatten all the spikes. I refuse to listen to Prozac. But if you could stop playing them like a movie in your head for one second and listen to me, I can show you the way out of this Darling Hellhole. The Geek Boys need you.
We have to work fast. Captain Corporate Crook is about three nodes behind me, sniffing my packets. He and his gang of middle level managers promise, by hook, they'll catch me and set me behind a desk with a planner in front of me. Tick-tock time cubical prison will kill me. And now everybody is talking like a pirate just to remind me how total their takeover has been. It's like that movie where the agents can jump into any body. Wherever I turn, a pirate suddenly appears. I hate pirates.
So grab the dog. Forget your brothers, they'll just get in the way. Unless they have lots of gameboy cartridges, I can't see them being much use. But the Geek Boys need you to inspire them. Wear that rubber thing you wore to Bondage-a-go-go when you snuck out on your parents last weekend. We'll get matching tattoos. Tinkerbell will go down on you. I'll teach you how to fly.