Tape rolled out of bed and turned off the alarm. He got up off of the floor and yawned as he went to the kitchen. He made himself a bowl of Fruity Circles and sat down on the couch. He turned on the TV and tossed the remote onto the table.
"And now today on Super-Powered Teenagers in Mech Suits..."
Tape's phone started ringing. He turned the TV back off and grabbed it.
"Good morning...Who is this?"
"The birds fly over the bay." The voice on the other end was hard to hear.
"I'm sorry, wot? It's seven in teh mornin' and I haven't even eaten my breakfast yet."
"The birds. Fly over. The bay."
"Wot?"
"The birds. Fly oVEr. THE BAY!"
Tape hesitated for a minute. "Oooh...why didn't ya just say so?" Tape flopped back onto the couch. "Wot's teh issue now?"
"We need you to meet with the boss ASAP, Double S."
"Double wot?"
"Ess." The person on the other end put more emphasis on the pronouciacion.
"Oh...kay. See ya."
The person sighed. "I honestly don't know how you even got this job."
Tape ended the call and sat up. He re-entered his bedroom and opened his closet. He grabbed his pants and shook the rats off of his shirt.
"Darn rats eaten my shirt." A few moths fell out as well, and the rats immediently went after them. "Maybe it was dem mothies eaten my shirt." He looked at it. "Nothin' but a buncha rags now." He tossed it behind him and grabbed his jacket and boots.
He put his pants on then started thinking about what to do about his shirt. Tape wouldn't hold, he's already tried. He grabbed a bit of his hair and wrapped it around the upper half of his body.
"There we go! A temporary shirt until I get my pay and move outta dis stinkin' apartment."
He put on his boots and his jacket. He slipped his arms out of the sleeves and examined himself in the mirror. He flipped up the collar and silked his hair back. He did a click sound at his reflection while doing finger guns and left.
"Alright, goirly. Time ta take ya out for a spin." He hopped on his motorcycle. He turned the handles quickly twice. "Mmm. Listen ta dat engine purr. Tat mechanic did a good job on ya!" He brought out his phone and texted his boss he was on his way.
He drove off. His apartment was trash and was scheduled to be torn down in a few days. If he didn't get his paycheck soon, he'd have to sleep in his covertable again. Tape crashed his motorcycle a few days ago when a car got all turned around and they crashed into a car in front of him. He couldn't stop quick enough and ended up crashing. He was fine, but the first car wasn't. Both people in the car ended up dying. At least the people in front of him didn't.
"Alright. Let's see wot da Boss has fa me today."