Bad Neighbors
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"Kill it! Kill it! Kill-I'll kill you all! I'll strip the skin off your bones, you skinny little weasel, you and the big gravel moron! You hear me! Let me out or I'll-please kill it! Please just kill-"
Howard wrenches open the door. "Would you guys just shut up for ten minutes down there? We're already eating cabbage mixed with dirt for breakfast, we have no running water and I haven't seen a working television in so long I don't remember what one even does, so at least let us have one goddamn minute of shuteye up here!"
He slams it closed and Orc shoves the dresser back into place. By the time it's wedged back into position, cacophonic wails and shouts are coming from the basement again.
Orc glares at the door, as if that will somehow resonate with the girl boy people thing behind it. "Sam doesn't gimme near enough beer for this crap."
"Orc, my man," Howard says with a yawn. "We seriously need to consider renegotiating our stipend."