Spaz awakened to a delicate rosy-fingered dawn with a vaguely awkward feeling in his stomach. As he got out of his comfy bed, a ninja pirate appeared out of nowhere and cast Magic Missile on him. Thanks to the events of yesternight, the missiles simply bounced off of Spaz and killed the ninja pirate. Spaz was confused but decided to go downstairs and make himself some toast for breakfast. Hopefully there was still strawberry jam in the pantry. He really liked strawberry jam on white bread even though his psychiatrist had warned him several years ago that white bread causes brain tumours.