Another's FaceYawning, I got up from my bed and walked groggily to the bathroom. Turning on the light, I stared at my reflection, and gasped. Not again! I thought as I sighed in frustration and ran down the stairs, still in my tank and Eeyore pajama bottoms.
"Arthur!!!" I screamed, throwing open the basement door and flying down the stairs. At the bottom, I spotted a familiarly hunched figure on a desk cluttered with what could only be described as...junk.
"What did you do this time?! And don't you dare tell me you can't fix it!" I demanded, storming up to the desk. The only sound I got as a response was a weird snorting sound I could only assume was snoring.
He was sleeping.
At his desk.
Sighing, I did the thing that was sure to get him up;
"WHA-?! DON'T STEAL MY MONKEY-SEALS!!" he screamed, as he jolted upwards from his now rather cluttered desk. Slowly waking up, he glanced up, not at all alarmed by the sight of me wielding a threate