As soon as she said the word cum, the avatar unleashed a stream of data that fuzzed Golam's brain causing instant granulation. He tried to focus on the tall, thin, pimply woman who was smiling at him in an almost naive way, like she wasn't sure who had just done who a favor. Meanwhile, the granulation inside his brain was feeding off of itself so that once his thoughts had been psychologically pulverized into fine grains of virtual sand, he immediately processed the sand into an hourglass that he himself slipped through with alarming speed and when the bottom of the hourglass gave way to the weight of his tormented ideas he immediately crashed through to the other side of his consciousness where another dream was already in progress.