Best doing I what do. 8.

Up at 5:30 AM. Spawn of boredom. Felt urge to write. Don't expect this to be very solid/my best.

Benny drummed his fingers against the large metal briefcase that layed upon his lap while looking upon the small doctor's office. He stretched his legs out, trying to get comfortable in the cheap, plastic lawn chair they had placed in the waiting room, instead of a decent chair made of wood and cheap padding.

He continued to drum his fingers, his head leaning down, eyes gazing upon the dull, grey carpet, mainly trying to pick out any designs or patterns that would interest him in any slight shape or form...

Hearing a small click, he stopped drumming his fingers and sprung back up, trying to perfect his posture. The door opens, the hinges making a soft squeek. A woman in green scrubs stepped out of the doorway, beginning to walk towards him.

The lady gave a small smile, looking upon our fire-retard?ant hero. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Combustsw--?" "OH, HELLS NAH!" Benny's posture suddenly going back to a hunch. "I'm out of here. Screw this crap." he said, springing up out of his chair. He tossed the briefcase out the window, only to spin around and deliver a punt to the cheap plastic chair that he was just before sitting upon, his foot smashing through the backrest of it.

"See what you've made me do!?" he said, struggling to get his boot from out of the hole in the chair. "SEE?!" Benny continued to scream at the chair. The lady watching in a combination of horror and amusement.

Benny gave up on trying to get the chair off his foot, he began to book it towards the door, stumbling and almost tripping before smashing through the glass the metal door frames held into place. He ran around the parking lot, screaming of profanity, ponies and ham...

Then suddenly, a meteorite fell out of the sky, about the size of a PT Cruiser, it landing on him.

The lady continued to stare at the situation at hand, not sure if she should help.

Benny crawled halfway out from under the rock, his legs still under it. "Like a boss." he said, before passing out.

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