>>10092341SHB stares at his computer screen. Maybe he should have typed in his usual tag, but... what if they were watching?
>...This is hopeless.He stares at the message for a little longer, until...
>>10092381The shock of the doorbell drives him to nearly stumble out of his chair. The last "free" Loco Moco he had was vile-tasting on the first and only bite, and left him stuck to the bathroom for the better part of his weekend.
That message was always the same: By the Family.
Whose family? It couldn't be Emmy's, he thought. The giant green woman who seemed to have completely forgotten about him, in favor of unquestioning (albeit programmed) love for her Surfer Girl--
Wait a minute. That was what Surfer Girl meant. Her Family.
But what was he going to do against an uncountable group of Pacific Islanders?
He waited, and waited, until the deliveryman had left. It would have to be another night of cup ramen for dinner.
