Ozmic
Whiskered Writer
He cooks the pizza and doesn't much eat it - rather, he makes about half of it disappear like a bad illusion.
He isn't sure why, but he's just ravenous. Looking down at the empty plate, he blinks a little before he puts away the rest and loads the plate in the dishwasher.
Heading to the bathroom, he drags off his shirt and rummages around for his electric razor. Wrapping his hand around it, he looks up into the mirror and clicks it on.
He isn't sure why, but he's just ravenous. Looking down at the empty plate, he blinks a little before he puts away the rest and loads the plate in the dishwasher.
Heading to the bathroom, he drags off his shirt and rummages around for his electric razor. Wrapping his hand around it, he looks up into the mirror and clicks it on.