The Chat Room Scandal
Chapter Seven - Can of Worms
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"Could you at least look like you're interested?" Clyde blurted out as he buried his head into the crook of Bebe's neck.
"I am, I just-" Bebe whimpered at the soft touch of her boyfriend's lips and dropped her phone to the side, eventually allowing her drunken body to let it slip out of her hands and onto the floor of the kitchen somewhere. "I wanted to show the world how much I love you!"
A noise of frustration left Clyde's lips and he didn't process a word Bebe said. He was sexually frustrated, drunkenly frustrated and wanted nothing more than to stick his dick into his girlfriend. "Come on, come back to mine then."
"I can't, my stuff is at Wendy's." Bebe whispered as her perfectly manicured hands snaked their way to Clyde's waistline.
"I don't care, I'll drive you back tomorrow morning or something."
"But I promised my sister I would take her to the mall tomorrow morning."
"Well, she can wait-" Clyde whispered a growl as he felt Bebe's hands rubbing the front of his jeans. "God, you're driving me crazy. Come home with me, please. Like, right now."
"So needy." Bebe gave him a cheeky smile before they were both startled by the sound of someone walking into the room. That somebody, being the host of the show.
"Naw, come on, don't fucking do that shit in my house, man. This is my kitchen, I eat in here, dude. That's so fucked up." Stan complained, dramatically gesturing his hands around and acting just as grossed out as if he had just walked in on his parents having sex.
"Why, are we making you jealous? Wendy worried she'll get pregnant again?"
Stan was stunned by that comment and partly wondered if he imagined it. Darting his eyes between the pair, horrified, he put two and two together pretty quickly. "What the fuck? She told you?"
Bebe covered a hand over her mouth to emphasise how apologetic she was. "Stan, wait, I'm so sorry- she told me out of confidence!"
"And you go and tell him?" The raven threw a finger at Clyde. "Him?! Of all people?! Are you kidding me?"
"No, I didn't- It was a mistake, I- I told him out of confidence!" Bebe stumbled, grabbing Stan by the shoulders to try and calm him down.
"Get the fuck off me, bitch." Stan flinched. "And get the fuck out of my house!" He threw his hands towards the backdoor and Bebe was ready to leave immediately, but Clyde stepped forward in an attempt to calm Stan down.
"Stan, come on. It just sorta slipped out, man. I'm drunk, you know how it is-"
"Step one more foot and I will rip that smug grin right out of that fucking face of yours, I swear to God, Clyde." Stan warned.
Clyde took a step back and nodded. "Alright, we're leaving. Listen, I'm sorry, okay?" The brunette already started to feel bad, but he knew, even in his drunken state, that nothing he could say would ease the tension on the situation. So he turned towards the back door and said to Bebe, "Come on, babe. Let's go." The two left without another word.
Stan stood there in silence for a moment, pondering his thoughts when a sudden wave of sadness washed over him. The memories from three months ago started to flash in front of his eyes and he blinked rapidly to get rid of them. A loud yell made him jump out of his thoughts and he rushed back into the living room to see Kyle and Cartman standing a meter or so away from each other.
"How are you so surprised by this?" Cartman addressed, shrugging his shoulders.
"I'm sorry, I just don't get it, okay? My brain just can't process it." Kyle shook his head in annoyance.
"What's not to get? I fucked Heidi? So what? What's the fucking problem?"
"There is no problem!"
"There obviously is a problem, otherwise you wouldn't be acting like this!" Cartman retorted, hands waving around the room get his point across.
"Acting like what?!"
"Like, like-" Cartman stumbled over himself, unable to gather the right words to explain what he meant. He threw his palms forward, hands gesturing towards Kyle. "Like this!"
"Cartman, I don't give a shit about who or why-"
"Well you clearly do, no-one else acted the way you did?" Cartman cycled his hands around the room to indicate everyone in the room. Kenny rose a hand at this statement.
"Actually, I was pretty surprised when it happened."
"Shut up, Kenny."
Kyle turned around to grab his drink from the side, expecting Cartman to leave it as that. But Cartman was intoxicated which only amplified his mild agitation into pure anger.
"I asked you a question, Jew." Cartman demanded as he took two steps closer.
"Oh, did you?" Kyle questioned, turning back around to face his rivalry. "Sorry, I was so bored by whatever the fuck was coming out of your mouth that I wasn't paying attention."
Cartman forced a chuckle. "You got a fetish for my mouth?"
"Yeah, I do. Why don't you put it to good use and suck my fucking dick, you piece of shi-"
"Hey,hey,hey, CARTMAN!" Kenny cried out as he leapt forward and tried to grab Cartman's shoulder.
"What the fuck, man?!" Stan ran to the centre of the room and tried desperately to pull Cartman off Kyle, failing miserably. The brunette dismissed the hand on his shoulder and shoved Kenny into the wall. He shot Stan a warning glare, before turning back to Kyle, who was on the ground, recovering from the punch that landed on his eye. Cartman's abnormal strength was no match to anyone else in the room.
"Go on, I dare you to say that to me again. I fucking dare you!" Cartman spat as he grabbed Kyle's face; now forming a black eye and pushed it to the side, causing Kyle to lose balance and collapse onto his side.
"I warned you not to fuck with me, Kyle!" He grumbled, sending a firm kick to his stomach. Kyle grunted from the impact and he covered his stomach with one hand to protect the area from another potential kick. Although Kyle was down, he wasn't the type to go down without a fight. He spat out a streak of watery blood, wiped his mouth and looked up, making direct eye contact with Cartman who was leering over him, a clenched fist in the air.
"You punch like a bitch." Kyle spoke softly, grinning. "Punch me again, go on."
Cartman stared at the redhead, disturbed by the damage he had just done. Guilt started to replace the anger as his actions started to catch up to him. He turned around and was shocked to see Stan and Kenny against the wall, hands in helpless positions. Kenny had his arms behind his head, eyes wide and mouth open and Stan stood with his arms crossed in front of him, a hand covering his mouth. They looked almost terrified by the sudden outburst and both were fearful of what Cartman would do next.
He lowered his fist and backed away. "Fuck." He muttered with regret before rushing out the front door.
Kenny was quick to run after him, but Stan stopped him in his tracks. "Stay here. I'll go." He assured and received a nod in return. Stan headed out of the door and ran after his friend. He wanted to leave the house for some fresh air and to take his mind away from earlier anyway, so it didn't bother him.
It didn't take Stan long to catch up and he matched Cartman's fast pace. "What happened back there?"
"I don't know, I-" Cartman ran a hand through his damp hair. "I just lost control, Stan. I lost control and nobody could stop me."
"But why does it happen? How do you just-"
"I don't know?" The brunette interrupted. "It just does! I don't fucking like the kid. Why does he always have to act like that? It's almost like he wants me to hit him."
"Dude, you could have seriously hurt him. Remember what happened last time?"
Cartman growled in annoyance. "I don't need reminding, Marsh."
"I don't get it, you never used to be like th-"
"I know." Cartman interrupted again. "I don't want to hurt him, I really don't." He confessed calmly. "But I just can't help it."
Stan sighed and thought for a moment. "Is it like, I don't know, an alpha thing?" He asked, earning a confused glare in return.
"You really think me defending myself over a little fucking rat whose so adamant to tell me I'm lying when I say I've slept with a girl, as an alpha thing? Are you dumb?"
Stan shook his head. "No, man. I didn't mean that. I don't know what I meant. Shit." He looked away and rubbed the bridge of his nose a few times, his mind wondering off.
Cartman noticed something was bothering Stan due to his fidgeting habits and felt now was the right time to address it. "What was that all about back there too, by the way?" Cartman asked after a moment's silence.
"Hm? Oh, just Clyde being a prick."
"What did he do?"
Stan bit his lip, trying to think of something to say. He couldn't tell anyone about it. No-one needed to know right now. He was struggling to cope with the situation as it was without Clyde making a nasty remark about it. "Ah, just had enough of his bullshit, is all."
Slowing down to a halt, Stan pulled out a packet of cigarettes. He propped one into his mouth and offered the carton to Cartman. The brunette accepted the gesture and waited for Stan to light it.
"Dude, come on. Let me share yours." Kenny begged, taking a step closer and refusing to take his eyes of the joint Craig was about to light.
"Since when did you ever give me a discount? Fuck off, McCormick." He retorted, covering the lighter from the wind using the palm of his hand.
"Just one puff then?"
"You had about twenty from Tweek earlier."
"Yeah and if he was still here, I'd ask for twenty more, now please, let me have just a little bit." Kenny moaned, showing Craig his pinched fingers. "A tiny bit!"
Craig tore his eyes away from the blond's puppy dog eyes and took a few drags.
"Like, I know I was high earlier and stuff, but that was like two hours ago and not gonna lie, I'm on a bit of a downer right now and wouldn't mind just a little boost to keep me motivated and keep the vibes going and all that stuff, you know?" Kenny rambled on for the next few minutes about how unfair his life was without being allowed a single drag of his friend's joint. Once the high started to hit, Craig felt relaxed and generous enough to hand it over to Kenny.
"You've honestly made me so happy right now. Like, you don't understand how fucking happy this has made me. I'll remember this forever, I swear to you." Kenny re-lit the stick and took the deepest breath he could possibly take. He blew out a large cloud of smoke and felt his gag reflex kick in. His stomach dropped, but the sensation to be sick quickly faded. Amused by this, Craig nodded for him to take another.
The two shared the rest of the joint, peacefully enjoying each other's company. After Craig took the last drag, he flicked the butt end into the air and exhaled the remaining smoke from his lungs.
"Wanna go for a drive?" Kenny asked suddenly.
Craig took a moment to ponder the question, before kicking himself off the wall and walking away. "Sure." He agreed, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Kenny followed behind until they reached Craig's car. They hopped in and when Craig started the engine, he pulled off the curb quite suddenly. Feeling lethargic and comfortable, Kenny slumped into the seat and opened the window.
"Aw, man. This feels good. So comfy." The blond hummed quietly, admiring the view of the street lamps and open black sky. "You know, I sometimes dream about leaving this place and just driving on an open road like this forever. Cool air. Warm car. Good company."
Craig observed the road ahead, his vision creating illusions all around him. The description the blond was speaking of started to form all around him. Everything looked perfect. From the autumn colours emitting from the street lamps, to the midnight sky proudly showing its stars scattering right across the galaxy. Lost in his happy thoughts, he managed to say, "Think I'd make good company?"
Kenny snickered, rolling his head to the side to look at his stoner friend. "I think you would, man." He confessed. "You'd make better company than my two friends that do nuthin' but fight all the time."
"I don't know about that. I have to put up with Clyde and Token's constant bickering and that drives me insane, even at the best of times."
"What do you do when it gets out of hand?"
"It doesn't ever really reach that point." Craig replied, keeping one hand on the wheel as the other lazily slipped into his lap. "Sure, they argue a lot but it's never gotten physical."
"Do you ever argue with them?"
"What, my friends?"
"Mhm." Kenny hummed the response as his eyes studied Craig's features.
"Not often. I don't put up with anyone's bullshit. I'd rather leave a situation than waste my breath trying to convince someone something that they won't believe anyway. Because then what's the point? If someone doesn't believe you, then you obviously don't know them well enough and probably shouldn't be their friend."
Trying to process the words of wisdom, Kenny's eyes crinkled and his mouth fell into a smile. "Loyalty. I like that about you."
Craig's eyebrows drew together, realizing he had been speaking a lot more than usual and a lot more than his sober self would ever let him do. "What's with the twenty questions?"
Kenny shrugged. "I dunno. You're a pretty interesting guy."
"Yeah, I don't get that."
"Don't get what?" Kenny mumbled.
"What you just said."
The blond groaned in response. "I can't remember what I was talking about."
Craig chuckled and it must have been a contagious one as Kenny started to laugh too. After ten minutes of driving around, listening to the late night radio, Kenny frantically cried out. "Pull over, pull over!"
Startled by the sudden outcry, Craig complied and slowed the car down to a halt. Before he could have a chance to reply, Kenny was out of the car and running towards the fence of a near by field.
"What the? Where are you going?!" Craig called out, but the blond refused to stop. He clumsily threw himself over the fence and yelled out to Craig to follow him.
"What about?" He said out loud before undoing his seat belt and muttering the word, "Goddamit."
He followed Kenny into the field and was relieved when the blond finally came to a halt. He was looking up at the sky, in awe of its beauty. As Craig caught up, Kenny dropped to the floor and ushered him to do the same. Although he felt that this was a slight inconvenience to his night, he was also high as a kite and had no bone in his body that wanted to protest and therefore decided to go along with whatever the blond wanted him to do.
"Let's find a shooting star." Kenny spoke softly. "You ever seen one before?"
"Uh, yeah. A few times."
"Really? No fucking way, that's so awesome."
They both laid next to each other in silence for the next few minutes, gazing up at the sky in hopes of finding a shooting star. Although Craig knew that the odds of coincidentally finding a shooting star at that particular moment was very slim, it didn't stop him from keeping an eye out and enjoying the view.
"There! There's one, can you see? Craig, I see one. Look, right there!" The blond tapped Craig's arm rapidly as he pointed up at the sky.
"That's not a shooting star."
"What do you mean it's not a shooting- that's clearly a shooting star, dude. I can see it moving, see?" Kenny shuffled closer to Craig to try and get him to see the exact thing he was pointing at. The raven squinted one eye shut to make sure they were, in fact, looking at the same thing.
"Yeah, it's a satellite. Not a star. Shooting stars don't move like that."
Kenny kept his finger pointing up at the sky until he realized. "Oh." He said, lowering his arm, feeling deflated. "What do you know about space anyway?" He asked, lifting himself into a sitting position, hands resting on the grass behind him.
"You don't need to be a genius to know the difference between a shooting star and a satellite, McCormick."
The blond sent him a playful nudge before tearing his eyes away from Craig and back to the hypnotic, night sky.
Kyle woke up with a throbbing headache. It took him a moment to realize that it wasn't just the hangover that was giving him this headache. He tapped his eye a few times and hissed when he tapped a little too hard. He stood from his makeshift bed and somehow made his way to the bathroom without tripping or stumbling over. He threw his hands on either side of the sink and took a look at his reflection in the mirror. The bruise was raw and painful. The shooting pain in his stomach suddenly brought forward the memories from last night.
After dabbing his eye with water in an attempt to wash any dirt or residue from his eye, he made his way downstairs to see Stan and Wendy cleaning up the mess from last night. As he came in pretty quietly, they didn't initially notice Kyle standing there listening to their conversation.
"I just can't believe he would even say that to you?"
Stan scoffed, shoving a handful of empty cans into a black trash bag. "I almost went for him, Wendy. Like, I'm not even kidding. I was this close to headbutting him. This close." Stan lowered his voice and pinched his fingers together to express to her how close he really meant.
"Listen, I'll talk to Bebe."
"No-" Stan said suddenly. "Dude, you had no right to tell anyone. Especially Bebe?!" He snapped, trying to keep his voice down. Wendy knew when Stan was genuinely angry with her as he had a habit of replacing his little pet names of babe and baby with dude and man. It wasn't something Wendy liked at all, despite the fact that he had told her in the past that he only spoke like that because he felt more comfortable with her. However, it always kept her on the defensive side.
"Look, I had no-one to talk to about it! I couldn't exactly tell my parents, could I? You know exactly what my Mother's like, she would disown me if she ever found out!"
"Alright, keep your voice down, man." Stan addressed before continuing, "You had me to talk to, didn't you?"
Wendy scoffed. "Are you kidding me? Each time I came to you, you just gave me shit for it."
"Well what do you expect, Wendy?" Stan halted his cleaning and gave his full attention to his girlfriend. "You didn't even tell me about it until after. You didn't even give me a chance!"
"A chance at what?! I'm way too young for that!" Wendy shook her head and softened her voice. "We're too young for that."
Stan shook his head and let out a short laugh. "You see, I knew it was all about you. Bullshit." Stan muttered the last word and picked up a pillow from the floor. As he threw it to its usual position on the couch, he spotted Kyle standing in the room with them. He froze, like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Kyle? How long have you-"
"Long enough." The redhead said quickly, before looking down awkwardly. "Look, I'm not getting involved. Whatever you two are going through, I wont say anything about it. In fact, I can just go-"
"No, no. Please, don't do that." Wendy stammered as she dropped an empty bottle of whiskey back onto the same coffee table that she originally picked it up from. "I'll go. I've gotta go and pick Bebe up before Clyde drops her back off. I need to... go." She said as she picked up her handbag and a set of keys. Before she opened the door to leave, she turned back to her boyfriend. "I'll call you." She said softly, feeling guilty about the whole situation. Stan, feeling annoyed and betrayed, didn't reply and instead, turned away from her and continued to clean up.
Wendy shot Kyle a sympathetic look and left with her head held low.
The atmosphere felt tight when Wendy left and Kyle didn't know what to say. He knew that Stan was urging to talk about it, but at the same time, he could see that he just needed space. He knew there would be a better time to discuss what Kyle assumed had happened. But right now, he focused on helping Stan clean the house.
Craig woke up in the driver's seat of his car. His eyes squinted open as they adjusted to the morning sunlight. He extended his arms out in front of him and stretched his limbs. He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head, feeling his eyes tired and heavy from last night. He observed the road in front of him and briefly wondered how he got to where he was. He adjusted the rear-view mirror and jumped when he noticed someone laying in the backseat.
He spun his head round and pulled the hood back from the person's head. Blond, messy hair fluffed out from the hood, causing a stir.
"Morning already?" Kenny groaned as he shifted around to face Craig. "You okay?" He asked, concerned by the glare Craig was shooting him.
"Yeah, fine." He reassured. "Is that my jacket?"
Kenny blinked, his mind slowly catching up to the words leaving Craig's lips. He looked down to see himself covered in a dark blue jacket. He observed the clothing for a second, before exhaling a short laugh. "You gave me your jacket? How sweet."
"Great. Another jacket I have yet to burn." Craig muttered as he faced the front of the face and turned on the ignition.
"Aw, don't be like that, man. Where are we anyway?" Kenny asked as he crawled into the front passenger seat.
"No idea."
"Can you take me back to Stan's so I can pick up my truck?"
"If I must." Craig said simply before starting their journey back.
After he finished sweeping the floor from dust, something caught Kyle's eye. He dropped down and retrieved a phone that was peeking out from underneath the fridge. He pushed the button and the home screen lit up. It showed a picture of Clyde kissing Bebe on the cheek as she smiled directly at the camera. Kyle couldn't help but cringe at the pair's happiness as it all felt weirdly manufactured to him. Just as he opened the home screen, Stan appeared from behind.
"Whose is that?" Stan asked as he dropped a pile of plates onto the kitchen counter.
"Bebe's I think."
"Pass it here." Stan interjected as he took the phone from his friend's hands. "Let's see who else she's been talking to about my business." He said as he went through her private messages. He clicked on Clyde's contact straight away and started to scroll through their messages.
1 week ago
Clyde:
you home x
21:02
You:
Parents are in. wait for them to go to bed then come up xxx
21:04
Clyde:
now?
22:34
You:
Yeah. come the back way xx
22:37
Clyde:
on my way babe x
22:37
He scrolled up further.
4 weeks ago
Clyde:
why u not in school? was hoping to see u in those gym shorts lol x
10:02
You:
Hangover. was out all night with the girls xxx
10:44
Clyde:
who were u with?
10:45
You:
North park friends xx
11:25
Clyde:
north park? who the hell do you kno in north park?
11:26
you just gonna ignore me?
13:12
You:
Soz babe, rough day. call me after school xxxx
13:33
Stan continued to scan the private messages until he found exactly what he was looking for.
3+ months ago
You:
Wendy's pregnant
19:32
promise you wont tell anyone please x
19:32
Clyde:
shit for real? x
19:33
You:
She's getting rid of it x
19:35
Clyde:
seriously? does he kno?
19:36
You:
No, she hasn't told him anything. she's worried he'll want to keep it or something retarded like that x
19:37
I don't blame her tho, she'll ruin her body x
19:37
Clyde:
same here. thats crazy x
19:38
so shes just not gonna tell him? x
19:38
You:
yeah so dont say anything to him x
19:40
she just told me she'll tell him after its done xx
19:41
Clyde:
feels a bit wrong, dont u think? x
19:42
You:
not wendy's fault he couldnt pull out fast enough x
19:44
Clyde:
you mean bitch lol x
19:44
You:
How about you and me try for a baby xx
19:45
Clyde:
ur kidding right?
19:46
You:
I didn't say have one, i said try for one ;) ;) ;) xx
19:46
Clyde:
thats hot
19:47
show me what ur wearing then xx
19:48
You: Sent a photo.
19:50
Clicking on the photo, Stan pulled out his own phone and snapped a picture of the erotic, topless photo Bebe had sent. As he scrolled further, he found more intimate photos of her and he wasn't even remotely turned on, despite Bebe having a gorgeous body. He wasn't even disgusted, he felt absolutely nothing. The anger consumed him and found himself digging for more dirt.
Kyle noticed this odd behaviour and decided to question his antics. "Are you sure you should be doing this?"
Stan huffed a response. "Are you really going to excuse their behaviour? After what they've done?" He said through gritted teeth.
"No, I think it's awful." Kyle sighed. "But if you're doing what I think you're doing, this could really damage things. Not just for them, but most probably for you and Wendy too."
He ignored his friend's advice and decided to snoop through her gallery. Amongst the section of videos, Stan hit the jackpot.
"No fucking way." He said and Kyle quickly looked to see what was showing on screen.
As Stan pressed play, he turned the volume up and they both watched a close and very intimate video of Bebe and Clyde. The phone looked as though it was propped up on, what was most likely, Bebe's dresser and angled in a way so the two lovers could be seen in plain view.
"Dude-" Was all Kyle could say as they watched Bebe and Clyde have sex on her bed. The video lasted for a few minutes, before it cut to a close up of Bebe giving Clyde a blow job. Her moans and his grunts echoed through the kitchen until the video eventually came to an end. Stan blinked at his reflection, before backing out of the video and clicking on the more options setting. Kyle knew straight away what Stan's intentions were, but didn't bother to try and stop him. He sent the video to his email before clicking off the gallery and clicking the lock button to darken the screen. Stan knew he may have gone too far, but he felt betrayed and angry that not one, but three of his 'friends' betrayed his trust.
"Daddy's home!" Kenny's voice was heard as he made his way through the house and met his two friends in the kitchen. He noticed something was off straight away and didn't hesitate in asking what the problem was. "Alright, what happened?"
"Nothing-" Stan went to say but Kyle spoke too soon. "We found Bebe's phone."
The blond glanced between the two before settling his eyes on the phone in Stan's hand.
"What, she got some dirty pictures on there or something?"
"Yeah. Lots. And a video." Kyle confirmed.
"No fucking way, let me see." Kenny said eagerly as he held out his hand, expecting for Stan to happily hand it over and to Kyle's surprise, he actually did.
"Go ahead. I don't care what you do with- wait, where did you come from?" Stan questioned just as Craig entered the room.
Kenny opened the phone and darted his thumb around the screen to find the video they were just talking about. Craig shrugged, his hands stuffed into the front pocket of his jeans. "I'm not even sure myself. What happened to you?" He nodded to Kyle, talking directly at him.
"Cartman punched me." After no response as it wasn't exactly a surprise, Kyle added, "Yeah. So that happened. Where did you two go last night?"
"We got absolutely zoinked out of our minds and went for a drive." Kenny murmured as he watched the same video Stan and Kyle watched just moments ago. Craig also watched the video, but soon became uncomfortable when he noticed that the man in the video wasn't Clyde at all. Upon realization, he snatched the phone from Kenny's hands, who tried to protest, and pocketed it quickly.
"We shouldn't be looking at that shit, that's someone else's private stuff."
Kyle rubbed a hand behind his neck as he too agreed with what Craig was saying. Stan didn't care, however, and made his way out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"Hey, where's my truck, Kyle?" Kenny asked, changing the subject.
"Cartman has it." Stan yelled out to him as he dropped his weight onto the couch.
Craig rolled his eyes and pulled Kenny by the arm. "Looks like I'll see you guys later." Kenny announced as he was dragged out of the house and back over to the car. They both hopped in and Craig sped out of the half empty driveway.
"Next left, then three blocks down. Take a right and then it's four blocks before the next left." The blond informed and within ten minutes, they were outside Cartman's house, a red truck in plain view.
As Kenny jumped out of the vehicle, he ran to the driver's side and signalled for Craig to lower his window. When he did, the blond told him, "I know this is kinda, weird and awkward and shit, but I just wanted to say thanks for the ride." Kenny stepped away, but turned back on his heel to add, "And I'm not talking about this morning."
"See you at school." Was all Craig said and Kenny flashed him a cheeky smile before leaving, still wearing the same jacket he woke up with this morning.