Every day it's the same, you’re rousted awake by a security guard just before dawn, your shoes or filthy socks frequently stolen in the night while you fitfully dozed. This morning you awoke to discover your iPod was filched. Damn. Now you have to make your own entertainment as you go about your daily routine: collecting enough recycling & panhandling earnings to procure 3 bottles of Mad Dog 20/20. With no iPod to soothe you, you are forced to reenact your favorite bits from W3 Thr33 Tr0lls as you toil, you mutter the classic jokes & giggle to yourself. A cop sees you talking to yourself; what’s worse, he HEARS the jokes you are quoting. He is horrified. He brings you to the local sanitarium, where you are lobotomized, never to think of W3 Thr33 Tr0lls again...