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Josh spends six months hiding in his room, playing World of Warcraft and
getting into fandom flame wars online. He avoids becoming fat by epileptic
fits brought on by his uncontrollable rage. That, and Wheaties for
breakfast. Josh's anger at someone thinking furries are cool one day literally throws him through the bedroom door. "Sun...light." he moans, for Scott had opened the only window in the place. Josh peers up, through a bleary crust of eye boogers, zit juice and snot. Scott is standing there, his hands on his hips, tanned, fit, ripped and wearing the most godawful pink t-shirt Josh had ever seen. "I hate your very soul." Josh croaked. "Come on!" Scott cried. "Time for an adventure!" Josh, still laying on the floor, shook his head. It felt like monkeys were hitting the inside of his skull with hammers. "Screw you, Scott. When I wanted an adventure six months ago, you were all like 'Grrr' and 'Poot' and 'Go away, ass-grabber'. Wha' happen?" "I got myself together!" "And you didn't knock on my door?" "I did! You threw a cake pan at my head! I was unconscious for eight hours! I forgot the second grade!" "Oh." Josh smiled. "Yeah. That was funny."
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