Room 318, Wednesday Morning
On Wednesday morning, around 10 AM, the door to room 318 opened. Peter's head - longish hair and all - poked out through the opening.
Down the hall, one gremlin delivered one hell of a punch to the facial area of another gremlin, sending that second one flying to the ground.
"Wait," Peter said slowly. "Does that mean it's Christmas?"
Off by one day, Wiggin.
"Crap."
So many world leaders that hadn't gotten their cards! This was a disaster!
... It also explained the many unread texts from his mom currently sitting on his phone. Whoops.
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Down the hall, one gremlin delivered one hell of a punch to the facial area of another gremlin, sending that second one flying to the ground.
"Wait," Peter said slowly. "Does that mean it's Christmas?"
Off by one day, Wiggin.
"Crap."
So many world leaders that hadn't gotten their cards! This was a disaster!
... It also explained the many unread texts from his mom currently sitting on his phone. Whoops.
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