Last night, I had a dream that Captain lost my immortal soul in a card game, in an attempt to win "THE MOST DELICIOUS CANDY" from the Angel of Death. I don't know why I was so agreeable in the dream and simply went to sit on death's table, accepting my fate. Perhaps, death is a preferable alternative to hanging out with Captain?

This morning I woke up to discover a chocolate in my pocket. There was a note on it stating "THANK YOU FOR YOUR PARTICIPATION". I made a huffing noise.

I heard sounds of digging and turned towards them. Green-tinted oculars emerged from one of the many bags sitting on my sled.

"SNIPPEEEEEeeeeeeeeee!" Pilot whined.

"What do you want now?" I demanded.

"I plot utter destruction of your pitiful accomplishments!" He outputted.

"What else is new?" I asked with a sigh. "You could be less obvious about it, you know. Seriously though, why do you persist in antagonizing me?"

"Please surrender the sled. I require it for sledding off the tallest garbage pile around!" Pilot pointed at the bags.

"No." I answered.

"COME ON, I get bonus points for destroying your stuff!" Pilot waved his arms at me with focused determination, as if his statement was the utter metaphysical truth of the universe.

"And just who is giving out these points?" I queried. "Wait, don't tell me... it's Captain isn't it?"

"Captain doesn't provide mere points! Captain provides the truth, you blind wormling!" Pilot shouted in response.

I turned and noticed something fluttering far off in the distance, behind Pilot.

Across the frozen river, between two collapsed building ruins, a thing was moving. It was at last three stories tall and looked like a gargantuan worm with numerous arms that flailed about randomly like pool noodles. The pool-noodle monstrosity stirred directionlessly, its many brilliant, silver-blue eyes blinking rapidly. I winced and jumped off the sled.

"We'll discuss this later. Very sternly." I muttered, pulling the sled away from sight of the noodly thing.