>You're kind of a sicko.
>Years of deviant behavior and internet porn have desensitized you.
>Find it hard to sleep.
>Work as a clerk in old-school TV shop.
>Apartment right above shop.  Cheap rent.
>Front windows have display TV's running all day & night.
>Old Mr. Giuseppe the owner doesn't give a fuck about wasted electricity.
One night...
>Can't sleep. Sit by window.
>Hear inane babble beneath you.
>Crowd of stray fluffy ponies.
>They gather here every night to watch TV in the window.
>They seem happy.
>This will not stand.
Next day...
>Spend all day putting together special DVD.
>Absolutely no work gets done.
>Closing time.
>Pop DVD in player on continuous loop.
>DVD plays on all window TV's.
>Fluffy ponies gather as usual.
>At first they love it.
>Press their faces against window.
>Scrape window with soft useless hooves.
>They begin to cry.
>"Wan' sketties!" "Why can Fwuffy no has sketties?" "Whhaaaahhh!"
>DVD is 2 hours of spaghetti.
>Being cooked.
>Being served.
>Being eaten.
>Fluffy ponies are driven mad by the images but can not look away.
>Fluffies cry piteously.
>Music to your ears.
>You can finally sleep.
>Best sleep in years.