I’m sweating buckets over here. Why is it so hot?

There is definitely something sinister about this but I’ll just assume that all of this is just a dream.

”Come sleep inside of me, Trent! I’ll provide you all the comfort you need and we can finally play too!!”

Dreams are weird. I’ll just go along with it, I guess. At least, it’s more entertaining than working for 12 hours. “What do you mean by that? It’s impossible to sleep inside a TV and it’s not like I’ll stop sweating like a sinner in church over here if I did sleep inside of you.”

”Oh that’s easy! I can help with that. Wait, lemme just…”

Suddenly, I’m not melting from the heat anymore. Weird but ok.

”There’s nothing to worry about! You just need to be a Peer and it’ll all be fine. I’ll even help you with the process! I mean that’s also one of the reasons why I’m here anyway.”

I have no idea what they’re talking about.

”If you sleep inside of me, all will be well and you can finally drown out everything. You’ll basically be in heaven just like me!”

Now I’m just more confused. The TV keeps yapping annoyingly like a kid with a hyperfixation on some useless shit.

”So will you be playing Heavenly Taters with me today? It’s the 25th anniversary! C’mon now, don’t you wanna have some fun for once?”

”Heavenly Taters?” I asked. Isn’t that that really old game about growing potatoes and becoming the best potato chef? For a modern TV, this thing sure feels ancient. I remember playing Heavenly Taters when I still had light in my eyes.

It was something Pete and I would play during the good ol’ days. Wait…

”Pete? Is that you?!”

”DING DING DING DING!! You got the correct answer~”