[Drake Mallard was enjoying the privilege of sleeping in on a Saturday morning, like most weekday wage slaves. When his Omegawatch went off on his bedside table in the middle of a particularly nice dream of home, he rolled over and hit what he thought was snooze.
All it did was turn the video off, and the volume up. With a dismayed grunt, he rolled over and glared at it, hoping to intimidate it into being quiet. ...It didn't work.]
The rest of you can stand. I, for the next few hours, at least, am going to remain lying down. [With that, he rolled back over, jammed his pillow over his head, and attempted to go back to sleep.]
Razz'm frazz'r gffhglh rmmm superheroes. Not even a member and they wake me up for some call of justice hooey. No. Thank you. Talk to me when the sun goes down.
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All it did was turn the video off, and the volume up. With a dismayed grunt, he rolled over and glared at it, hoping to intimidate it into being quiet. ...It didn't work.]
The rest of you can stand. I, for the next few hours, at least, am going to remain lying down. [With that, he rolled back over, jammed his pillow over his head, and attempted to go back to sleep.]
Razz'm frazz'r gffhglh rmmm superheroes. Not even a member and they wake me up for some call of justice hooey. No. Thank you. Talk to me when the sun goes down.