I had this dream that I became an overnight sensation at playing every first-person shooter, a goddamn phenom in the digital sport. I was streaming my Overwatch kills on Twitch and murdering everyone in Fortnite. They called me Thumbzilla because of my incredible skill with my digits. Then I woke up to mom screaming about how I ate all the mayonnaise again and how I better get a job or she’ll kick me out. I may not have been the FPS master anymore, but at least Thumbzilla is still a real thing.