Some sort of minor deity had taken control of Rock's house and, among other odd acts of subversion, had robbed it of its internet connection. This mysterious being, perhaps no more than a misinformed utility technician, also set things up so that Rock couldn't find a way to check his laptop or telephone. Furthermore, his television didn't work.
There was a saucepan of canned blackeyed peas on Rock's stovetop, and he considered eating a bowl. Rock hoped that perhaps that alone would reverse this potential tragedy. He also wondered if a failure to eat the peas in the first place had led to all this. For several minutes, Rock feared his life was ruined.
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