How are you gonna feel when the Judges run a game where you have to like, touch a goldfish, but you can't do it and you run out of the Arena weeping profusely, and everyone names you Goldfish Boy, and your girlfriend dumps you for a man who can manage his mackerel, and in your sorrow you start writing bad poetry and we have to put you outside in an orange box with "FREE JINX" written on the front, and no one wants to be your friend anymore?