[Nagging is what he's used to, it's the jolt he gets from being woken from a dead sleep...it's nothing compared to the way he pitches over the edge of the couch and on to the floor when he gets a load of Miles and his stern face.
You picked a real winner.
Give him a minute, he needs time to process his surroundings...right, beer cans. Why the hell did his beer cans seem to annoy people?]
Eh? Ah...right, right [he's moving, he's moving] I didn't think you'd get back this early, that's kind of unusual.
[Oh does it seem as though he remembers the date? Ahah...it seems unlikely.
No one would blame you Miles, if you fired a shot or two in his direction and continued with your...attempted murder streak.]
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You picked a real winner.
Give him a minute, he needs time to process his surroundings...right, beer cans. Why the hell did his beer cans seem to annoy people?]
Eh? Ah...right, right [he's moving, he's moving] I didn't think you'd get back this early, that's kind of unusual.
[Oh does it seem as though he remembers the date? Ahah...it seems unlikely.
No one would blame you Miles, if you fired a shot or two in his direction and continued with your...attempted murder streak.]