Now I'm seeing things
Now I'm seeing things. Where the hell did they come from? Is this some sort of virus? A computer bug? I knew I shouldn't have upgraded my OS. Everything worked just fine on the old version. It's definitely not a feature. "New with OS X Leopard: Oompa-loompas."
Get a grip, Christine. Computers can't do that. Breathe. Relax.
OK, they're still there. Don't panic. What causes that? Paracetamol? Maybe that fifth Panadol pushed me over the edge. Maybe this is the worst tension headache I've ever had.
Maybe it was those oysters at lunch.
God, they're walking around on the table. Fuck Gary. If he wasn't such an arsehole I wouldn't be here working myself into the ground in the first place. Him and that prissy bitch with the tits. That's fine. If he wants a fight, I'll give him a fight. Get these mini-fashionistas here to sneak into her flat and give her the shock of her stupid, bimbo life.
Man, I could really use a drink. Hey, you little guys. Want an adventure? Yeah? Get into my handbag. Come on. We've got work to do.