BITE #I

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart awakens, yawns, and then stretches his arms and legs upon lifting himself from bed. Drowsily, he walks past a mirror in his room... only to run back to it when he notices that one: This isn't his room. These are not his astronaut emblazoned pajama. He doesn't even have pajamas. And two: He's got flat, regular, human teeth!]

What the hell!?

[Mart examines the room further. Everything is all old and crappy, like the kind of stuff you'd see on the TV land channel. Which of course means, not cool.]

A. Phone (Public)

[Mart grabs a nearby phone and tries to call up his witch mother.]

Hey, mom!  Is this another weird spell to punish me?

B. Action

 

[Mart, not wanting to solve this mystery on an angry stomach, will walk outside, in his astronaut pajamas, and find the nearest available person to ask where is a good place to eat around here. 

 

That of course, means you.]

 

Hey, buddy, where can a guy like me get his weight in burgers around here?

 

Comments

A

[notsaul.livejournal.com]

I'm not your fucking mom.

[BECAUSE YOU OBVIOUSLY MEAN HER SPECIFICALLY]

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[macebronia.livejournal.com]

[Well Mart, have your not! dad just chillin' on the porch with a beer in his hand. Yes, he starts early. And he doesn't work till later. He quirks an eyebrow at his new not!son]

I think that little diner place with the girls on the little roll-y things is good for a bunch of burgers.

[brief pause]

You don't look like the kid that was in those things yesterday.

A

[moemoetentacles.livejournal.com]

I'm not your mom!