The cucarachas quickly scaled the maroon shower curtain. Wave after wave of kamikaze suicide squadrons hurtled toward me in a last desperate attempt to turn the tide of battle. This was the Battle of Britain and the Battle of Midway combined. I was blinded by sweat and flying cucarachas. I began to stumble and I could hear the cheering of the invading hoards.
Victory is at hand.
Victory will be ours tonight. As I was falling, I grasped the hot water faucet. Steam filled the air. I saw a tunnel and a great, bright light. A voice spoke.