Clocky. What the hell. Clocky is not funny, Clocky is not cute, Clocky is the spawn of Satan. I mean, for the love of God, why would i want an alarm clock that will jump off my nightstand and go hide? It better hide somewhere good because I will take a hammer to that shit when I find it. It's bad enough that my alarm clock goes off at all. The only thing that saves it's ass from total destruction is that it's not running around trying to hide from me before it goes off again.
Also, the five minutes between each snooze is when I have my trippiest most fucked-up dreams. Why would I ruin that by stumbling blindly around the bedroom with a crowbar in hand?