Femolass meets her NEW BFF
There is a knocking on the door, a loud and insistent pounding. Thud. Thud. Thud. And then suddenly, a fist splinters through the solid wooden piece of finely crafted door technology. A face presses up to the hole, a manly American face.
“HELLO THERE ROOMMATE! CALL ME HAYES, WE’LL BE WORKING TOGETHER IN OUR LEGITIMATE LEGAL DEMOLITIONS CAREERS. I OWE YOU A NEW DOOR APPARENTLY.” The man withdraws his face from the hole and is quiet for a moment before opening up the door. Looks like he’s dressed for a day off really, loose jacket, jeans, no helmet. “HOW ABOUT I MAKE IT UP TO YOU? LETS GO BOWLING, I KNOW A GREAT PLACE.”














