Sopa/Snora/Sokma/Soma/Soda was laying upside down on the couch, the dead hedgehog currently on the floor where his feet were suppose to be. As the boy was lounging about, he was also blowing bubbles with his bubblegum.
Plucking the flavorless, spent gum, he stuck the wad onto the dog's fur, as it walked into the kitchen.
A bigger wad of previous dinners was overflowing the dog's dish. Empty cans, plastic TV dinner trays and a couple glass plates all stuck out of the small tower that was collectively Sopa/Snora/Sokma/Soma/Soda's dinner.
The little black lab pup barked at Soccer Mom while she opened a can of dog food and plopped it on top.
"Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? You are! You are!" Soccer Mom teased and riled up the dog.
"SNORA! YOUR SUPPER'S GETTING COLD!"
Sopa/Snora/Sokma/Soma/Soda waved his hand dismissively in the next room and kicked his legs over the back of the couch.
There was a ring of the doorbell. And Soccer Mom, hurrying over in her apron, swatted Sopa/Snora/Sokma/Soma/Soda's legs off the back of the couch with a rolled up newspaper.
"Hey hey hey!" The guest appearance for this episode said. "Mind if I come in totally unannounced?"
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? COMING UP TO SOMEBODY'S HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?! RINGING THEIR DOORBELL?! WHAT IF I DECIDED TO ANSWER THE DOOR NAKED, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE THEN?! AND IN FRONT OF MY SON NO LESS! THE NERVE!"
"I've seen worse." Sopa/Snora/Sokma/Soma/Soda once again waved his hand dismissively and rolled over.
The laugh track laughed. And Soccer Mom smiled.
"Yeah, he has. Come in mr. Stranger played by somebody familiar." Soccer Mom straightened out her apron.
"Well don't mind if I do." The guest appearance said, taking off his hat and scarf. "Say, don't you have a young lady staying with you? I saw her getting undressed in her bedroom window and thought maybe she was the girl of my dreams."
There was a bit of awkward silence while Soccer Mom and Sopa/Snora/Sokma/Soma/Soda exchanged glances.
"...Well?" The guest appearance prompted them for some kind of response.
"...She's kind of not here, dude." Sopa/Snora/Sokma/Soma/Soda said while sitting up and returning the Hedgehog to his head.
"I don't understand, but then..." The guest appearance was looking kind of razzled and fidgetted on the spot.
At precisely that moment, Kramer Ricky came down the stairs with a towel on his head, holding up the front of a baggy pair of pants. He looked nonchalantly at the ensemble before him and then headed into the kitchen for a beer.
That's SO Ricky!