Room 408, Tuesday Morning-ish
There was a Jak in the room. Yep, a definite Jak. Who was lounging. In his room. With... a can of that Buzz stuff that he and Dinah had gotten at the food place that one time. Yeah. With the things, and the--
Anyway, he was contemplating opening the can. And drinking it. And then maybe smashing it and throwing it in the trash can. And then maybe going out and doing a couple of laps, scale the Rocky Bits again, or kick it off at the beach.
His life was harsh, man. So harsh.
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Anyway, he was contemplating opening the can. And drinking it. And then maybe smashing it and throwing it in the trash can. And then maybe going out and doing a couple of laps, scale the Rocky Bits again, or kick it off at the beach.
His life was harsh, man. So harsh.
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