Vicious Cycle

I really don't get why Blinky hates me so much. Pinky and Clyde, they're a few pixels short of a byte, if you know what I mean, but Blinky? That creep has determination. He has wiles. And he's using them both on me. And why? Just because I go after those little round dots? He don't need them. He's got a home. When a smiley's got no home he ain't got nothing else to do, ya know? A bloke's gotta eat.

It's the way of the world, isn't it? That those evil little pixlets are blessed with regeneration, while an emoticon like me is vulnerable to their every touch, and whose only source of nourishment exists only in their lair. Inkey would understand if she wasn't on their side.

It's a vicious cycle. A vicious cycle.

Something tells me that if I keep on in this cycle I'll eventually reach nirvana. 256 levels of nirvana, they say. Or it's game over for me.