.. [Heâd heard the devastating news from Jayden â Conversation about a goat, the greasiest of all goats, a goat that had his ass glued to the couch, a goat that hadnât showered in days..Â
The thought terrified William. If the goat had not left the couch other than to use the washroom or get more food â The place had to be a disaster.But nonetheless, William continued.Â
Arriving at his budâs place, William gently knocked on the door. Peeling the door open, a gentle, âHello?â was questioned when he entered the house. Itâs not like Comet would answer the door anyways.
The foul odor hit him instantaneously. Reeling back, William had second thoughts. No.., he must press on. Youâve spent a whole day mentally preparing for this, Thompson. William thought to himself,Â
Through thick cheesy, B.O, & garbagey smog, William had reached the mother brain of the place. The place where Comet sat in front of the TV, the living room. Coughing, William stepped over to the window and tugged the shades open.] Alright buddy, time to get up. [Whirling around, William saw the mess that was Comet.] Oh my god, Comet.. What have you become?Â
..Iâve brought over some Leftovers that my mother made, some actual good, healthy food for you. You know how much food my mom makes, so, youâll be good for a few days, right? Good gracious, this place is rather disastrous..Â
[ It had been days since the greasiest of goats had seen the light of day. It seemed even longer since he stepped outside, beyond his studio apartment. Rather than spending what youth he had, frolicking in all his freedom, he was imprisoned by his own slothfulness. A weak slave to his seductress flat screen and succubus sofa. They dominated him. Continuously controlling his schedule with endless days of first person shooters, Netflix marathons, and sweat saturated naps.Â
The slumbering Comet lounged lazily in his futon, unsurprisingly cemented to the cushions. As per ushe. His right side was partially hanging off the side, dangling into a mysterious puddle of unrecognizable sticky gunk. Suddenly, a monstrous snore rippled through the goat's nostrils, heavily exhaling his stank, Dorito breath.Â
The approaching noises of the friendly intruder only brought the goat to a stir. Tossing his limp frame onto his side. Of course, this was in no way how one behaves toward an intrusion, even if it was William. All the while the brave and resilient amphibian trekked through the horrendous disarray of the bachelor pad to reach the dust coated shades, coughing and gagging from the musty stench the goat had gone noseblind to.Â
With one fell swipe of the cord, light pierced the dank room. Revealing the true catastrophe being he, not the Ground 0 around him. Emitting a bellowing groan, he curled into a pathetic fetal position, hiding away his face from the obstructing rays of light that dared pester him. ] Nooooo... [ He resisted, pressing his face into his stain splattered pillow.Â
Alas, his hunger dominated his own laziness. The kind offering of homemade food, made by the angel Mrs. Thompson herself, brought Comet's ear to perk curiously. How long had it been since he had actual homecooked goods? Not counting ramen or Chef Boyardee's. It was probably ages. Peeking between his slimy brown bangs, the skiddo peered up at his friend. His eyelids still heavy from exhaustion. ] What'd you bring, bro? [ He slurred. ]
