It’s half past 8 on a Friday evening. you get home, and go into your room. You look at your bed, and it appears lumpier then normal. you remove your bedsheets to find Adam Driver lying in your bed, with his arms to his sides. “Hop on, kiddo”, he says in a deep, yet sensual voice. “Yes, father”, you say willingly. As you hop on, he grunts smoothly, but with a hint of discomfort. as you begin to lay down, He waves his hand, summoning many vermin. They swarm over every part of both of your bodies, their small feet scratching your face. They move towards the area just above Adam’s scrotum, pileing on top of each other, forming into a tall writhing obelisk. Suddenly, you wake up from this magnificent dream. You slip into your sad, lonely bed, and whisper to yourself “I guess the real Adam Driver was the friends we made along the way.?” Then you cry yourself back to sleep…