You were just a tiny, tiny baby (around 4 weeks old) and you were left in a box outside in an alleyway by your horrible drug addict father, well, he USED to be your father. Anyways, you were crying, and that's because you were hungry, cold, and very young. Nothing/no one has adopted you yet. You were about to lose consciousness, when suddenly, you see (from a hole in the box) a man that has a TV for a head, like, its his actual head (a black CRT TV to be exact). The TV man stood there, looking at you, and his screen static was kind of creepy, meanwhile you, you were crying