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Again my incessant alarm clock awoke me. By sheer ignorance I had set the alarm for 5:00 pm instead of 5:00 am. I got up from my nap, eyes still bloodshot, and made my way down to the basement where my project awaited me. My grand machine stood before me, towering above the other cabinets and bric-a-brac. The day had arrived to activate my creation and usurp world power. "Ben, honey, dinner's ready!" Alas, my plans were put on hold. As I sat down my brother Andrew began eying me suspiciously from across the dinner table, "I know you're up to something Ben, but I just don't know what." I laughed maniacally through my raspy, asthma infected lungs as I realized not even my twin brother understood my intentions. Unfortunately, I had neglected to cease eating before laughing. As I spewed my half chewed meal across the table and into my brother's face I considered what actions I could take after dinner. Should I go play with my friends? Or should I move onward with my plans for world conquest? As dinner moved on the internal debate grew headed. "What should I do?" I wondered, gripped by indecision as dinner wound to a close.