It goes something like this:

My blank stare towards the aisle of potential items for purchase is abruptly interrupted by a human in the category "friends" poking me in the eye and asking how many hours I've been standing there. At this point they would be lucky to even witness any sign of intelligent life. After weighing every possible outcome twice, I come to the conclusion that I'm alive now, LIFE FOR THE MOMENT, SEEEEEEEEEEZ THE DAY, ya know? I mean, think of all the people on titanic who said no to dessert because they were on a diet. I bet they feel pretty dumb now. Hell, if I'm gonna freeze to death the least thing I can do for my own pleasure is to buy Super Mario Galaxy and be happy while that bitch Rose hogs the entire table.