2. What a Dump

Upon arriving at what is to be his new home, Michael looks at it in disgust.

“This @#$%hole is now my home?” he thought to himself.

Of course he’s a bit disapointed and being the hot head that he is, he starts yelling at himself and everything around him.  After about a good 30 minutes he has pulled himself together and thought over what he should do now that he’s on his own.  Michael knows what he must get a job, but he refuse to think that it’s his only option.  After a moment of comtemplating whether he should or shouldn’t, Michael decided that he will follow his childhood dream to be like Sims Bond and get a job in Law Enforcement.

After applying for the job, Michael feels a lot better about himself, but he frowns in disappointment upon finding out that the job requires logic skills.  Michael’s not exactly the brightest kid around since he was too busy causing mischief as a child to focus on education, this posed as a problem for Michael.  Rather than going to the Library to gain some logic skills, Michael decided to head to the local park to play chess instead.  I mean…how hard could it be right?

Wrong, it’s actually very difficult.

Just when Michael was about to checkmate himself, something alarms him.

It was his booty radar, it goes off whenever a chick is nearby.  This one isn’t too great though.  The girl then notices that Michael was looking at her, she turns around and their eyes met.

“Can I help you?” She said disgusted by his actions.

Michael quickly pulls himself together and said smoothy “Uh yeah, I’m trying to play some chess, but as you can see it’s a bit difficult playing alone.”

“Oh..I thought you were…nevermind.”

“Thought I was what?”

“I said nevermind.  Can I join you?”

“Of course, it’d be my pleasure.” Michael said with a fake smile, then he mumbles. “I wouldn’t tap that even if it was the last booty on earth…”

“Did you say something?”

“Yes, I was admiring how beautiful you are.”

She rolls her eyes thought admittedly she was flabbergasted.  As Michael and the girl (I forgot to write down her name) continue small talk, Michael hears his stomach bitching at him.

There it was..from the corner of his eye he spots a picnic basket, the delicious smell of fresh fruits, potato salad, and just grilled hot dogs was enough to make Michael jizz in his pants.  After a couple of moves, he couldn’t handle it anymore, his stomach won’t shut up and neither will the girl.  Michael abruptly got up and hurried over and grab a chili dog right out of the picnic basket!

After several annoying munching sound, he is satisfied!  He even got a moodlet which just makes him happy as a fat kid eating cake.

Though that didn’t last long, apparently that chili dog packed more than he hoped for!  Now he has to pay for it dearly, in the toilet of course.

Well his first day wasn’t as bad as he thought, but now it’s time to head back to the rathole and catch some z’s.