I'm sitting in a dark corner of a damp room that smells of urine and other human excretions. The bulb's blown, but I don't seem to have noticed. The door looks like it hasn't seen use in several months - probably a lot more. My eyes are bloodshot, watering, and there's the occasional drop of blood. Saliva drips from my mouth, my teeth stained yellow and my breath is rancid. My clothes smell like the back end of a polecat, my actual body's stench being indescribable. Litter is strewn across the floor, my provisions depleted. But, despite my squalor, I'm chuckling quietly. Darkly. I'm surrounded by hats. I finally have them all. But I want more - my greed is insatiable. I WANT MORE.