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As much as you’d like to say you’re no stranger to waking up in strange situations, you know that’d be a complete and utter lie. This is definitely a first for Anton…
… <span class="mu-b">Anton… Peas….</span> yes, you <span class="mu-i">DO</span> have a last name! You knew it! Spurred on by your success in remembering your name, you dare to delve a little deeper! Donning the most contemplative face you can muster under duress, you rack your fuzzy head trying to remember any detail you can about how you came to… wherever this place is.
You were definitely sleeping when this happened, that much is certain: you wearing one of your finest <span class="mu-s">SLEEP SHIRTS</span> makes that clear enough… but the lack of gunfire outside and your roommate playing video games tells you this can’t possibly be your apartment! By all accounts it’s an improvement.
Suddenly some wires connect inside your head with a little help from the wax on the floor and the scent of ozone in the air (Whatever that is): your memory whisks you back to late last night… or maybe <span class="mu-i">this</span> night… you were in your bed tired from a long shift at… your job?
It was hot in your room, that much was certain… hot enough for you to want to get some water from the bathroom faucet. As you tumbled out of bed, however, you found yourself falling as if in a dream… and the next thing you knew–
Your mind closes like a steel trap on what happens next and rewards your introspection with a throbbing headache and another mortifying realization:
<span class="mu-s">YOUR JOB! YOU HAVE A SHIFT TOMORROW MORNING!</span>
Panic settles in as your bare foot scuffs the flagstone beneath you–how could you forget your shift at <span class="mu-s">GREASE MONKEY: YOUR ONE-STOP SHOP FOR DEEP-FRIED EVERYTHING</span>!? Lars is gonna <span class="mu-i">KILL</span> you if you’re late again… he might even have to wear…
<span class="mu-r">...The Suit….</span>
You’ve gotta get out of here and <span class="mu-i">fast</span>. Wherever you ended up sleepwalking it’s definitely not in the same area code as your job. Maybe if you can track down your phone you can scamper home and change?
Rising to your feet with newfound motivation, you turn your attention to what you <span class="mu-i">can</span> see:
<span class="mu-s">Nothing</span>.
You can certainly <span class="mu-i">feel</span>, however, and as you gingerly take a few steps over to where your bare foot dipped into the warm puddle, you cautiously plop your least favorite finger into the mystery fluid…
Warm. Semi-viscous. Reminds you of the oil that always leaks underneath the deep fryers at work. You allow yourself a brief smile as you come to the conclusion that the liquid isn’t piss–if your pee felt like this you’d have bigger problems…
Well, unless this is someone <span class="mu-i">else’s</span> pee, in which case <span class="mu-i">they</span> have bigger problems.
Moving in to get a whiff, your leg is suddenly assaulted by a <span class="mu-r">CRAMP</span> that sends you tumbling head over heels into the puddle… and something ELSE!
>CONTD.
