Thump, thump, thump!
Thump, thump, thump!
On Sunday, an intense knocking from downstairs jolted Marvin awake, his eyes opening with irritation. He reached for the pocket watch on his bedside table and checked the time, finding it was not even 8 a.m. yet. His already foul mood instantly soured further.
"Who is knocking so early..."
Throwing on some clothes, Marvin went downstairs, yawning as he opened the door. Before he could fully regain his senses, Stuart burst in: "Why are you still sleeping? Hurry, let's go!"
"Stuart?"
Recognizing the visitor, Marvin couldn't help but pause: "It's not even 8 a.m., what are you doing at my place so early?"
"What else would I be doing! I'm here for you!"
