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goblin attack. home invasion. i start kicking the little buggers. they're short, which makes putting my foot in their faces much easier. there are other fighters. work is slow. i find a shovel. this does wonders. swing left and right. i clear out the freak inhuman babies with ease now. where are they coming from? i'm drinking water now. still slicing and bashing goblins with my shovel. now i'm drinking a soda. still fighting. the living room is littered with green humanoid corpses and unconscious. the attack thins. a few here and there. are they afraid? i stand firm and wait for the stragglers. drinking a beer. suddenly, mom reminds me that i shouldn't be having a beer. i have school tomorrow. i'm also on call to pick up my brother from practice. possibly other errands. put the beer down, brian. focus on the shovel, my feet, the goblin heads. water. now it's 10:00 AM and i've slept through class. half of it anyway. i'll show up at the end and try to hand in the work. maybe joel's unflinchingly rigid rules will finally bend. the bastard.