Last round of the Quiz

Last round of the quiz.
Rapid fire round.. the quiz master is firing questions one after other.
Its up to me now. My score depends on how many I can answer correctly.
No time to think.
Anytime the buzzer will go off.

The questions sound strange... they are mostly statements...
One more question.. One more answer.. One more point..
its not simple to answer.. the quiz master is trying to build up tension with variations of his voice..

how many can I squeeze in the limited time ?

One more...
Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. the buzzer goes off.

Times up.

Well, I was happy that i could answer a decent number of questions. With a smile on my face, i moved the blanket from my face and turned off the alarm.

Near the bed, stands Dad, with a puzzled look on his face he asked,

"how many more excuses will you give me for not getting out of bed ?"

"Good morning, Dad." I said sheepishly and murmered to myself, "Good morning, Rat-race world !"