My TWILIGHT ZONE plot idea: The sole survivor of the apocalypse finally has time to listen to podcasts but still doesn’t feel like it.
[baby is bouncing in swing seat]
I wish I had one of those.
They bring great joy.
I (to self)
Oh, he thinks I mean a baby.
Walnuts make my every cookie a game of Minesweeper.
My phone just sent me an unsolicited hockey score. Aren’t there Japanese horror films that start this way?