WTF?
He blinks. And blink. And blinks.
WTF?
He frowns at his surroundings. Yep, he knows this pigsty alright, he used to live here from time to time here in short periods, but that was a long, long time ago. Why the hell is he here? And what the hell is that smell? Stale extra cheese and garlic pizzas, half-eaten meatball subs, rotten beer at the bottom of scattered beer bottles, always drooling but seldom bathed dog, cheap aftershave and even cheaper cologne, and dirty smelly unwashed socks. Yikes. Eew. Gag.
Why and what the fuck is he doing here at Morelli's home? He was in the church, right in front of the altar, inside his comfy old glass aquarium on Lula's lap, waiting for the wedding to begin, and he so wants to see Stephanie in her sexy black wedding gown. And now all of a sudden he's here in this dumpster! He throws up his hands in exasperation—wait a minute, he has HANDS? Since when? He looks around wildly and finally sees the tiny delicate crystal bottle lying peacefully and innocently on the bare hard floor.
And thus for the very first time is his unusually long life, Rex the Hamster starts to panic. Big time.