For once, the knocking on his bedroom door didn’t interrupt our hero while he was mastur….uhhh, massaging himself. His mother opened the door to find him sleeping in front of the television. She gently shook his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up. When that didn’t work, she slapped him upside the head.
“Damn it,” he lovingly greeted her when he opened his eyes. “Don’t do that anymore, Mom! I have super powers. I could’ve killed you.”
“Super powers? Yeah, sure. I’m very impressed, Mr. Big Shot. Now, get your ugly butt out of bed. You’ve got a visitor.”
Our hero suddenly grew suspicious. After all, nobody should know where he lives…..other than the mayor, the guys the mayor sent over to install the new video screen, and his prostitu…..female friends. “Who is it,” he asked.
“It’s that loser you used to hang out with when you were in grade school.”
Captain Procrastination was trying to figure out who she was talking about when she walked out of the room. A few seconds later, he heard a familiar voice say, “I see your mother is still as charming as ever.”
“Skidmark,” our hero screamed at the man standing in the doorway. “How did you find out where I lived?”
“This is the same house you had when we were younger. I can’t believe you still live with your parents.”
“Shut up. What are you doing here?”
“I need your help with something.”
“What? You need a laugh, so you’re going to make me crap myself again?”
(At this point, our hero did not get a scared look on his face and check his pants to make sure he didn’t soil himself.)
“No. I want to join forces with you so we can take out the Multi-Tasker.”