Silas, an oompa loompa look-alike with oversized granny glasses perched precariously on his nose, was hunched over his computer, a whirlwind of clicking and frantic typing. His fingers flew across the keyboard, a blur of motion punctuated by the occasional triumphant squeak. He was knee-deep in a particularly challenging Pokémon battle, his brow furrowed in concentration. Outside his window, the world was quite literally ending.

A man, his face etched with worry lines that spoke of impending doom, pounded frantically on Silas's door. He yelled, his voice strained, "Sir! The world is ending! Giant space hamsters are consuming the Earth!"

Silas, oblivious, let out a small yelp as his Charizard unleashed a devastating Blast Burn. "YES! Critical hit!" he exclaimed, completely ignoring the increasingly desperate pounding.

The man tried again, louder this time. He burst through the door, his eyes wide with panic. "Sir! I repeat, the world is ending! We need to evacuate immediately!"

Silas, mid-celebratory dance, paused only momentarily. His eyes, still glued to the screen, widened slightly. "HUH?!" he squeaked, his voice high-pitched and filled with confusion. He blinked, his focus shifting from the screen to the frantic man before him. "Oh, uh... Is that a new Pokémon?" he asked, tilting his head inquisitively. He pointed a shaky finger at the man's distressed face. "Is it... a… a… Mega-Despair-Hamster?"

The man stared, speechless. He opened his mouth to speak, but Silas, already distracted, had returned to his game. A particularly challenging puzzle in his Pokémon game demanded his immediate attention. The man's pleas were lost in the cacophony of keyboard clicks and Silas's excited mutterings about rare candies and optimal attack strategies.

The man, defeated, slumped against the wall. He watched as Silas, completely engrossed in his digital world, continued to battle his way to victory, utterly unaware of the impending doom, the giant space hamsters, and the fact that the world was, indeed, about to end. He sighed, the weight of the world – or what was left of it – pressing down on his shoulders. Perhaps, he thought, some things were simply beyond saving. Especially when faced with the overwhelming power of a Pokémon master's unwavering focus. And a very loud "HUH?!" every few minutes.