"I'm starving!" shouted Ted, his eyes never leaving the 29" screen showing Grand Theft Auto 3, his thumbs still punching the gamepad. No one responded except for the cat who sat by his feet, quietly blinking at him with disinterest. His roommate, Bill, trudged in the room in his "Tastes Like Chicken" boxer shorts, kicking a pizza box out of his way, scratching his chest. A bit of toilet paper was stuck to the bottom of his foot. The phone rang. Bill grumbled, "It's 10 in the fucking morning. What asshole is calling at this hour?" He grabbed the phone off its hook.