By Hunter Perez
It was one o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon, and I was standing on the top rung of a step ladder cleaning blobs of protein drink off my ceiling when the front door of my apartment began to vibrate with a knocking to the melody of “Kung Fu Fighting.” Only one person makes himself known in that manner, and I called out, “Come in, Jock, the door is open.”
The door opened and Jock walked in carrying a large box. A few steps into the apartment, he put down the box and looked about the space in bafflement. “Bingo, what the hell happened in here?”
I sighed and shook my head. “Simon wanted to make me a protein drink, but you know what he’s like with kitchen appliances – the blender exploded, and I have protein drink all over the place. Be a pal and grab some toweling to clean this up.”
Jock dug his finger into a blob of protein drink on the wall and tasted it. “Is this supposed to be strawberry or cherry flavored? None of these drinks truly taste like the fruit flavors they’re supposed to be. And where is Simon? Why isn’t he helping you?”
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