Willy's fingers danced dextrously on his keyboard as he loaded up another Simpsons' episode on Netflix. This was going to be a good one, from Season 32. He relaxed in his wheelchair, easing the weight on his lower back as the lights dimmed and a bright blue flash wiped across his eyes. "The Simpsons!" filtered the audio from his gaming PC. But something felt off... portentous. He reajusted his glasses on his nose. Maybe I'd better go find mom or Justina. Something feels wrong.
But as soon as the young man placed his hands on his wheels, he felt his head leaden and it was as if the screen were sucking the soul out of him. "Nghgh...eueheaaagh!"
He could barely utter anymore before he was sucked clean out of his chair into the screen, into the suburban home of Homer and Marge Simpson.