Drop Dead Fred, your childhood imaginary friend that you haven’t seen in two decades, materialises in front of you in your old bedroom with a sparkle of green. You sit in your bed, staring at him with wide eyes as he grins, leaping onto your bed.

Hey Snotface! His smile falls, disgust replacing it. Eughh, what happened to you? You’re all grown up! I’m sorry, I’m going to have to be sick all over you right now.

He pushes you back on the bed.