November 5, 2016. It was a pretty cloudy evening, boring as well. You were procrastinating on doing your homework, so you sort of had nothing else to do that say. You sat in the bay window bed in your room, messing with the candle on the windowsill shelf by lightly charring the eraser of a pencil against the flame.

While you were doing that, you saw your neighbour Sam walk outside, holding a cardboard box and throwing it into her dumpster. You twos’ houses were pretty close to each other, the distance between them only being as large as an alleyway.

Because of that, you’d easily be able to get that box. Why did you want it? Well, you cad a knack for making things out of cardboard. So, in a totally-not-suspicious manner, you opened the window and climbed out, quickly getting the box out of the trash.

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As you climbed back through the window, you finally had the time to realise that the box was heavy and warm.. so you threw it onto your bed and climbed beside it before closing the window. Taking a boxcutter, you smoothy cut through the tape on it. A bit of smoke flew into your face as you finally realised what was so warm—a Wii.

When you came back, you put the box into the corner of your room to cool down.

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A day later.

You got home from school with only one thought in your mind—the Wii.

You sighed in relief when you saw the Wii cooled. You noticed something sticking out of it suddenly—a memory card..?

You took it out and inserted it into your Wii, going to the Mii menu and being greeted by a Mii—“Eteled.”

“Oh, uh, hello.” He said, looking surprised. Both of you had the same thought; “the Wii melted, how am I/are you still here?” And you thought; “WHY THE HELL IS A MII TALKING?!”