Two Junkies in the House

It's 6am. Nuage is whimpering for food. He knows if he is persistent, mommy will eventually give in and get out of bed. Bill grunted and murmured some unintelligible words in his sleep. "lbnjh hjui bj bjvbnjuinj j n" => Nuage wanted to write on my blog, and this is what he 'typed'. I let out a big sigh and shuffled my feet toward to kitchen. Fed the cat, cleaned his box, and went back to bed.

But I couldn't go back to sleep. I still have to open the chest box in the basement of the dungeon. Before falling asleep last night, I figured out a way to move statues onto a switch that reveals the location of the chest box, but I wasn't able to get to the other side, where the key hole was. I think there might be another way to do it, but I have to get back onto the ground level first. Princess Zelda is waiting for me to save her. I must get back into the Nintendo.

I turned the volume down so Bill would not know that I'm playing a game as soon as I wake up, nor could he tease me about it later. My plan worked. I opened the chest, got a key, and opened another door that leads to a different place in the game. I was deep in the action of killing some gummy green monster when I heard: "Keep running and slash him on the legs." We exchanged a look, the kind that allies at war give to one another, and went back to killing the green whobbly beast.

It's now 10:30am. We just finished breakfast, and Bill said he had to memorize his lines for the TV show. I came to sit beside him planning to catch up on some e-mailing when I noticed the black controller of the XBox conveniently landed onto his lap. "What's that for?" I asked. "What?" Nice try! Buddy.

He's now a British soldier deep in the action of killing some Germans during WWII while reciting his lines (repeatedly, I might add). Periodically, he inserts groans or screams into the sentences because he just got shot in the game. With the computer monitor in front of my eyes, this is what I'm hearing:

Dadaadaadaaddadadada (The constant sound from multiple machine guns in the background)
"Look for cover!"
"Thanks again, Jane, for inviting me for lunch."
"Ah~~~ I need ammo."
Ka-Boom! (A truck got blown up)
"Are you kidding? I love Turkish food."
Phewwwwww~ (The enemy just threw a grenade over here)
Ka-Boom! (Men groaning)
"I can hardly wait."
Dadaaadadadadadadaddada ( More machine guns, more killing)
"Thanks again, Nuenue, for inviting me for lunch."

Nuenue? I thought it was Jane.