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You spare a passing glance in the direction of where you last saw the shower and shake your head–as welcome as it sounds to wash the seawater and stale pizza scent off, the last thing you need is for Talbot to barge in like the stupid bulldozer he is while you’re freshining up. Pausing to take a polite whiff of yourself, your nostrils only manage to pick up the sugary-sweet scent of your apparently permanent cinnamon sugar scent.
“<span class="mu-r">Can’t get enough of it!</span>”
Right, demons really dig it, apparently. As you contemplate your options, your stomach sees fit to nudge you in the right direction with a low, drawn-out grumble.
“... yea, message from <span class="mu-b">DIGESTION,</span> kid! Lessee here… ‘<span class="mu-i">put somethin’ other than booze into yer’ cakehole, alkie!</span>’ Huh. Their words, not mine!”
Booze has nutrients in it, you shout! At least, that’s what you <span class="mu-i">would</span> do if you didn’t feel so woozy right now! Shaking the sensation off, you decide to make a beeline for your new fridge in search of something that isn’t liquid to stave off those hangries you always suffer from! You can’t help but shiver a bit as the frigid air from the fridge mixes with the trailer’s already-cold atmosphere, but you quickly recover when you see what’s inside!
“<span class="mu-i">No</span>, Stan. We don’t need any more of that.”
Killjoy! Leaving the bottle of <span class="mu-g">VODKA</span> where it sits inside the fridge, your stomach rumbles in protest as you slowly realize the fridge is emptier than Talbot’s brain!
“Guess skeletons don’t need much ta’ eat, huh?” Sighs Ly as you get to work looking the cupboards! Stupid <span class="mu-i">skeletons</span>, you grumble, temper growing from lack of food, didn’t they know you were coming!?
“Not ta’ dis’ trailer, clearly.” Shrugs your skeleton as your search finally bears fruit! Yanking a cabinet nearly off its hinges with the force of a hungry, rabid animal, you find your salvation in the form of a sole box of <span class="mu-g">CINNA-SMACKS CEREAL!</span> Retrieving it from its dark prison, you give the cardboard container a few shakes and smile at the sound of over half the box shaking around inside! That’ll do!
“Not like we eat anything healthier at home…” Grumbles your skeleton as you scurry off to the bed and start shoveling handfuls of cinnamon-coated squares into your mouth! Tearing into the cereal as if it were your last meal, you subconsciously start jumping up and down on the bed as the sudden burst of sugar hits you like a diabetes-inducing truck!
“Cripes, just try not ta’ break anything, will ya?” Chides Ly as you start to gain some serious air! “Wow, though, you get a lotta’ height offa’ dat’ thing…”
>CONTD.
