The Creature From Below

[vita_ganieda]

So I spent the majority of the day slinking around the library basement, hood pulled up, looking like some sort of sketchy, drug dealing creature from the deep called forth by finals and the phases of the moon, and glued to a carrel in an increasingly unproductive bid to Get Stuff Done.

Brain: Blaaah.

Stomach: Is that so?

Brain: Blaaaaaaaah.

Stomach: You know why that might be?

Brain: Blah?

Stomach: When was the last time we hit a pit stop, Captain?

Brain: ....

Stomach: Yeah. Yeah, that's what I thought. Jerk.