After a few moments battle with ambition, laziness is victorious. Falling into the couch, cushions are flattened like fungi in the Mushroom Kingdom. Click. The T.V. is on.
Heat from the midday sun cooks him to semi-alertness. He wipes the drool from his cheek, adjusts the T.V. to "Input 1" and drives through Vice City, mowing down every visible civilian.
Two pizzas, eight beers, and forty-six belches later, he is infusing the Goodwill sofa with drops of meat sweat. Goals are for losers. Focus is too constraining.
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There's a strange amalgamation of old school (Mushroom Kingdom) and new school (Vice City) video gaming in here. I'm not sure "semi-alertness" is as clear as it could be, as an image, but I like the verb "cook." Is wiping the drool from his cheek too ambitious a move? ;)
With some tightening up, it could pack a bigger punch. The passive voice in the first paragraph doesn't fit with the rest, and most if not all of the "to be" verbs could be changed to stronger, more vivid verbs.