Honestly, people should be more appreciative of loud toilet flushing. Nobody can hear you over the sound of rushing water, and it usually means that it won’t clog. Loud toilets are great; besides from the occasional “trying to flush the toilet but it’s loud and it’s three in the morning” occurrence.<br/>“Peter?”<br/>“Yeah?”<br/>“Stop swirling your spaghetti.”<br/>“Oh.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>Leon sipped from his In-N-Out cup, his other hand resting on his steering wheel. He prefered to get away from the hustle of the big city; and to enjoy the solitude in the wilderness. After a few days of no calls, he decided to go group camping for the first time. He was sorely disappointed to learn that camping in New York was different from camping in his home town, Lysefjord. What’s the point of camping if you sleep in a trailer and get take out every day? He hadn’t taken the time to fully research the getaway, and had -much to his dismay- shown up with an axe and hammock.<br/>Though people didn’t show it, he could feel their apprehension towards him. Who wouldn’t? Some giant-weird-shy guy shows up with an axe and refuses to talk to anyone.<br/>So what did he do?<br/>He quietly mumbled to the director that he had a “Family Emergency” and had to leave.<br/>The collective feeling of relief from everyone was almost too much to bear.<br/><br/>A small streak of fire caught his attention, and he pulled down his glasses to see it better. Having stopped in the middle of the road, he was lucky it was more of a rural area so other cars weren’t trying to get past. The small streak had progressively gotten larger, and a small figure was to be made out right before it hit the ground- sending chunks of rock and soil flying into the air.<br/>“Ah.”<br/>Was the only indication he gave that he was surprised, before he parked his car on the side of the road. Jumping over the small barbed wire fence a poor farmer had probably set up to keep his crops safe.<br/>Well…<br/>Bet he wasn’t expecting a freaking meteorite or something to drop from the sky and mess it up.<br/><br/>As Leon made his way to the crater, several thoughts came to his mind, such as:<br/>“AHH HELP,” from the plants<br/>“This is dumb.You could die.” His logical side.<br/>“What if it’s a hot alien chick?” Ahh...His 12 year old teenage side. Why are you here?<br/>All of those thoughts disappeared when he came face to face with a man. No… A boy. He looked to be 16?<br/>And he was smoking. Like literal smoke trails were coming off of him.<br/>He must-of been there for around 10 minutes before voices started tickling his ears. “What was that? I heard it from over there-”<br/>Leon took a step back, looking to the direction of the voices. Now he had two options, let the kid get found by the farmers, or take him and mayyyybbbbeeee get a large sum of money for turning him in???<br/>He took the latter.<br/><br/>Leon stepped forward, lifting the kid into him arms.<br/>“You’re gonna make me rich.”<br/>Before running back to his truck, the kid hanging limply.