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Mort had returned back to his quarters and sat at the table in his room, thinking. Thinking about everything. Thinking about what he should do. He had made a simple lunch for himself: A sandwich, Doritos, and a glass of milk.
He sat at the table, dog Chico on the floor. The room was filled with the sweet sound of the clock ticking and the faucet leaking. He picked up the sandwich off of his plate sadly. Who was he kidding? He was in no mood to eat. He just wanted to lie down on the couch and fall asleep forever as usual.
He sighed. "I don't know what to do," he said to Chico. Mort slowly got off his chair and went on the floor. He held the sandwich out to the dog. Maybe Chico would be able to eat it.
He lay down next to dog. "I wanna go to sleep, I wanna take a nap. Huh?" Mort said.
The dog replied by eating the sandwich.
"Okay. No nap... I go study some devil crap for a couple of hours.. And then I get to take a nap," Mort said. But obviously, the dog was not really into the mood to listen to Mort's woes. Chico looked away.
"Right? Chico?" Mort asked.
The dog got up and left, heading to the other room. Mort turned his head to the dog. "ChicoOoOoO don't be discouraAaAaAaged!" Mort called, flapping his neck.
The dog walked out and was clearly not coming back. "Alright, go ahead and be discouraged, ya blind bastard. See if I care!" Mort said, getting up off the floor. He unplugged the phone line. He needed a nap and he needed it bad. And there was no one who was going to disturb him when he did it.
He headed to the couch. "And returned to the couch," Mort said, sitting down. He sighed and began to remove his watch. "In shame. Degradation," He continued, placing his watch on the table. He took off his glasses and placed them on the table as well, then bent over and took off his shoes.
He lay down on the couch and sighed once more. "Sloth. Sloth," he said, drifting off to sleep.