Home. I rip a rent due notice off of my door as I open it. Now it was time for me to think of whether I should go back and risk my life to learn disturbing secrets from a chicken, or stay at home and find a new, much safer job. My irritating curiosity got the best of me and I chose the secret chicken. I fixed myself a steaming bowl of ramen and went to bed.

I was woken up by the sound of my screeching alarm clock at 10:00 in the morning. I wipe the sleep out of my eyes and drag myself out of bed and slug to the shower. I get out of the shower, get dressed and fixed myself a nice bowl of gourmet corn flakes. Like every day. I went out of my apartment and snuck past the landlord's room only to find the stout lady at the bottom of the stairs tapping her foot and obviously waiting for me.

" . Your rent is duue!" she sang in a condescending sing-song voice.

"I know. I'll have it by the end of the week." I groan this well-rehearsed line.

" , I'm very tired of hearing that each week, you know that right?"

"I mean it this time for sure." I'm already getting dog tired of this conversation and if it keeps up any longer I would be late for work. "I'm very sorry, but if you really want that money by the end of this week, you are going to have to let me leave for work."

"well then… I'm very sorry I bothered you, Mr. Schmidt!" she spat in a huff. I looked down at my watch and saw the time. 11:30. Shit! I'm gonna be late! I ran out of the door and jumped in to my junk-mobile. I rushed off to the haunted pizzeria and opened it's doors. "Time to take care of some business."