Qorviq sat down on the couch and turned on the news.
God, what a day...
***TONIGHT'S TOP STORY. A SOUTH FLORIDA WOMAN SEES THE IMAGE OF CHRIST IN A BRUISE AFTER A ROUTINE BLOOD DRAW***
What the f... this is the top news story? Really?
As the newscaster rattled on and on with his interview with the now holy woman, Qorviq sat back and closed his eyes...
Qorviq started to reflect on the events of the past couple of months, and what those could all possibly mean.
He was drawing a huge blank.
He got up and went into his kitchen to make himself some dinner.
(Again, you can't beat these prices. I mean 22 packs? You'll never run out. And if you keep them frozen, those weird little bug guys won't show up.)
Breakfast for dinner. That was just what he needed. There was honestly nothing like a good old fashioned breakfast for dinner...
If only he had someone to share it with...
Suddenly the phone rang.
Every time that thing rang Qorviq was reminded of how badly he needed to change his ring tone. He kept meaning to... he had even finally decided on the perfect song:
"No... try again..."
"Oh, um, shit, uhhh..."
"God, you PIG!"
That was awkward...
He had no idea who that could have possibly been, and he didn't really care at this point, because the pancakes were almost finished.
He flopped his fresh hotcakes onto a plate and went back into the living room.
God, David... you are the man...
Then Qorviq heard a knock at the door.
He actually almost didn't hear it because it was such a faint knock...
***KNOCK, KNOCK, POUND! POUND!***
"Jesus H. Christ, just a minute! I'm coming!!"
Qorviq sealed across the living room and opened the door, and lo and behold...
YOU'LL HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT EPISODE!! WILL YOU BE ABLE TO STAND THE SUSPENSE!? I AM NOT ABLE TO SAY FOR CERTAIN THAT I WILL BE ABLE TO!!!!