The Stupid Idiot Show!

Meager sun rays pierce the clouds. Pigeons flap by your window. Traffic peaks at a feverish honking pitch. "And there they are, our Sleeping Beauty, rising to face the world. I hope they don't mind being a couple hours late to work. Heh." Your eyes fly open, flinging to the alarm clock. Black. Blank. Dead. "Oh dear! Looks like it must have died at some point during the night. How unfortunate."

Trudy. The infuriating woman in control of your whole life. The bane of all of your dates and parties and schedules. The bitch that has the personal, gleeful responsibility of making you miserable every single day. Her voice is always ringing between your ears, and her hands are always busy adjusting your reality to match her vision. Ever since you realized her interference last month, she's only escalated her efforts. But honestly, you probably should have guessed it when you learned the city was called Moronopolis.

"Alright, buttercup. Time to get off your ass and ready to work. Your planner says you've got that big meeting with the CEO, remember?" Fuuuuck. Even if she was wrong--and she never is--a quick turn of a knob means that they'll be waiting for you, anyway.