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"Hey Finn, buddy. Wake up," I awoke to my brother Jake shaking my shoulder. "I made breakfast, bacon pancakes, your favorite!"

"Woo! That's math, Jake. Just let me get dressed," Jake departed down the ladder, and I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I took a look at myself in the (cracked) mirror, just like every morning. A tired boy of fourteen stared back. I recent scar from a grass ogre on my chest stood out. I made a mental note to get some magic cyclops tears on it. I turned the hot water on, and jumped in the shower. This was my favorite part of the day. The feeling of the hot water pounding my shoulders, the steam, just relaxing and waking up.

I finished my shower, and, wrapping a towel around my waist, went to grab some clothes for the day. I pulled open my dresser. "Hmm," I said, wondering what to wear today. In the drawer were several identical pairs of blue shorts, light blue shirts, and white socks. "Maybe I should get some more variety, clothes-wise," I thought out loud. I shrugged, pulling them on.

Down in the kitchen, Jake was singing his bacon pancakes song:

"Bacon pancakes, makin' bacon pancakes,

Take some bacon and put it in a pancake,

Bacon pancakes, that's what it's gonna make,

Bacon pancaaaaakeeess…."

"Oh, hey, dude. Check it out, hot steamy, greasy, goodness for your gut!" He laughed as he served me a plate piled high with his breakfast creation.

"Radical, bro," I said as I dug in greedily. "So," I said in between mouthfuls. "What's on the agenda for today?"

"Well," He gulped down some pancake crumbs. "Marceline's having a jam sesh, if you wanna go. There's also a party being thrown in the Candy Kingdom, or we could go beat up Ice King. Whaddya wanna do?"

"Umm, let's go chill with Marcy," I replied. "A jam sesh sounds pretty mathematical!"

"Heh, I'll go grab my viola. We can leave as soon as you finish eating, so finish your OJ," He said, running from the room.

"Chug, chug, chug!" BMO chanted me on as I drained the glass of tangy juice.

"Ahh!" I slammed the glass down on the table, victorious. "Wait, Jake. We still have to clean the dishes, or else they'll get all gunky if we leave them,"

"Chill, dude. I got it," Jake said from the other room. He stretched his arm in, grabbed all the dishes, opened the window, and dropped them outside. "Okay, see? Clean as PB's lab!"

"Heh, okay," I said. "Let's get to Marceline's!"

"All aboard the Jake-Mobile! Toot toot!" Jake cried as he stretched into a large yellow car. He opened the door for me, and I climbed inside.

"Jake, there's no seats," I told him.

"Oh, yeah. Lemme get that," A bus seat grew in the middle, and Jake "sat down" on it, being still attached to it. "Here, pop a squat next to me, dude," Jake said.

"Rhombus," I replied, sitting down.

Within a few minutes, we arrived at Marceline's cave. "Yoooooooo, Marceline!" Jake hollered through his hand, which had stretched into a megaphone.

"Jake, shut up. All of Ooo can hear you," I laughed, shoving him playfully. We climbed onto the dock, and Jake stretched us across the lake to the island on which Marceline's house was. "Hey hey, Marcy. I said, walking in.

"Oh, hey, guys," She replied. "I was just getting some strawberries. You guys want some?"

"Nah, we already ate," Jake stated.

"Psh, yeah, I want strawberries!" I interrupted. Marceline drained the red from a berry and handed it to me. I looked at her awkwardly.

"What?" She asked, confused.

"I mean, I kinda wanted some fresh ones. It would be kinda weird if I ate ones that you ate the red from. Kinda like secondhand kissing," I said, flustered.

"Hah, I could just drink the red from your face instead," She laughed. "Sure, here's some fresh ones," She said, dumping the gray ones in the trash. "So, what're we gonna be playing today?"

"I dunno, whatever you want," I said, and Jake nodded.

"Okay. Umm, let's see, what's the best way to start?" She wondered. "I guess you could just start beatboxing, Finn,"

"Sure," I said. As soon as I took my first breath, ready to launch into some beats, Jake's cell phone rang.

"Aw, butts. Sorry guys. I gotta take this. It's Lady," He had a short conversation in Korean. I looked at Marceline, wondering if she knew Korean. She shrugged, implying that she didn't. "Okay, guys," Jake said when he's finished his conversation. "Really sorry about this, but I gotta bail. Lady wants me to have lunch with her parents. I wish I could stay, but, she's my lady,"

"It's cool, man. I'll just jam with Marcy," I replied.

"Yeah, no big deal, Jake. Go spend time with your girlfriend,"

"Thanks, guys," Jake said, running out of the cave, leaving me alone with Marceline.