In the game of value, Phono learns that his is a resounding zero. a fat, plump zero that rolls across the plains of his mind, absorbing hope into itself like a devilish katamari. This knowledge inherited, Phono believed that in two years time, the pressure may collapse into him, and in a can-crushed moment of desperation he would slink-dash into the comforting darkness of the woods in search of the claws of a beautiful grizzlied bear to send him swiftly into the hereafter. Two years have passed. It is time to seek ideation.

But the forces of nature, Phono finds, may not be so easy to coerce to his bidding as he initially believed.