Suddenly, the speakers crackled with a distorted version of the Rodzinka.pl theme song, pitched down until it sounded like a funeral dirge. A low-resolution image of Karolak appeared on the desktop. He wasn't smiling. His eyes were wide, the pupils replaced by static, and his trademark tooth gap looked like a jagged, bottomless canyon. A text box popped up: "Do you want to play a game, Tomek?"
The credits rolled, and every name on the screen was Tomasz Karolak.
"I am in every channel," the speakers hissed in a voice that sounded like Karolak’s but layered with the grinding of rusted metal. "I am the comedy you cannot escape. I am the rerun that never ends."