It was about midday. the sun was shining bright down on seabreeze homes. A small cluster of private maisonettes styled houses all joint together with a pool in the middle and everything and a front gate, including a inside garage......if you still don't know what i mean then it's like the place joey lived in in his show so anyway. It was a weekday so only about 2 people were relaxing by the pool when the phone started ringing in room 113. There was a still body lieing on the bed in the master bedroom. After about the 3rd ring there was a shudder on the body "mmmmm, urgh" The phone was still ringing wheen the arm from the body started flailing about around the sidetable, smaking alot of things of until the phone was grabbed and answerd, and placed against the side of the face of the still on bed body "yes?" the man answered in a rather frustrated and still asleep way "what? nah, no, no mate....i'm not in today i finished up all my work for the week and it's not my turn for servicing duties, it's Randalls.......well that's not my problem. Argh, come on man" *CLICK* The person hung up forcing the man to get up "urgh" He limbed out of bed into the bathroom and looked in the mirror "*gasp* well matt, it may not be our turn but the worlds a bitch.......and so is Randall" He switched the radio on and background music insues. He got ready and stepped outside locking his door behind him. He looked at his watch and though "too busy to drive at this time, oh well" He then shot into the air and started flying towards the city cruizing at about 85ish mph to his work with his headphones in and his MP3 playing away.

(ooc: haha if we could all be so lucky in avoiding traffic)