"What the-?!"
"Get it out of my chair," yelled an angry-looking man.
"Shut it, Cranky. She's trying to sleep. Speaking of sleeping-," whispered a yawning tired man as he slumped to the floor unexpectedly, and began snoring away.
"Drowsy is in some serious need of caffeine. I say we start cleaning up. After all, nothing can put a damper on our happiness. Not even the girl," grinned a man who looked too happy.
"Cheery, I think you're on drugs. No one is that happy all the time. Well, except for Druggy. But he's like that. I think it has to do with a mental dependency for something that will not leave him like his mother did," proclaimed a short glasses-wearing man in need of Rogaine.
"Shut up, Shrink. I don't need your opinion. I'm fine the way I am. And maybe when this chick wakes up, she and I can-," suggested a sleazy-looking guy with bloodshot eyes and a cigarette hanging between yellow teeth.
"Oh no you don't, Druggy! I think she's purty when she sleeps," sighed a blushing man.
"Get a life, Rosey. Let's not wake her up. Ah-ah-ah-!" stuttered a man with an incredibly red and runny nose.
"Oh, no, not again, Snotty," all the men said in unison, shaking their heads and ducking.
"Ah-CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Dorothia woke up with a snort. She wiped drool off the corner of her mouth with her sleeve and blinked in confusion.
"Hey baby. The name's Druggy. How you doin'?"
Dorothia's eyes widened and she screamed. She jumped up and ran to the door, grabbing a bag of chips on her way out.
"Well, that went well."
"Get it out of my chair," yelled an angry-looking man.
"Shut it, Cranky. She's trying to sleep. Speaking of sleeping-," whispered a yawning tired man as he slumped to the floor unexpectedly, and began snoring away.
"Drowsy is in some serious need of caffeine. I say we start cleaning up. After all, nothing can put a damper on our happiness. Not even the girl," grinned a man who looked too happy.
"Cheery, I think you're on drugs. No one is that happy all the time. Well, except for Druggy. But he's like that. I think it has to do with a mental dependency for something that will not leave him like his mother did," proclaimed a short glasses-wearing man in need of Rogaine.
"Shut up, Shrink. I don't need your opinion. I'm fine the way I am. And maybe when this chick wakes up, she and I can-," suggested a sleazy-looking guy with bloodshot eyes and a cigarette hanging between yellow teeth.
"Oh no you don't, Druggy! I think she's purty when she sleeps," sighed a blushing man.
"Get a life, Rosey. Let's not wake her up. Ah-ah-ah-!" stuttered a man with an incredibly red and runny nose.
"Oh, no, not again, Snotty," all the men said in unison, shaking their heads and ducking.
"Ah-CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Dorothia woke up with a snort. She wiped drool off the corner of her mouth with her sleeve and blinked in confusion.
"Hey baby. The name's Druggy. How you doin'?"
Dorothia's eyes widened and she screamed. She jumped up and ran to the door, grabbing a bag of chips on her way out.
"Well, that went well."
