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"RRrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg !"

"RRrrrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnggggg !"

I slapped the alarm clock next to me. I could feel the dryness of my throat and the rancid air coming out of my mouth.

These stupid alarm clocks were worse than all of Benson's rules stuffed into one.

"Uggghhh..." I rolled over and coughed. I rubbed my hand onto my shin and winced in pain as memories of the Day before flooded my head.

Yesterday Benson had Muscle Man and I replace the older soda machine by the snack shop with a new one.

While he told us pretty loudly to take the cage off of it first, Muscle Man said that there was nothing to worry about and got the bottom end.

Trusting Muscle Man wasn't the dumbest thing i've done, but it was in amongst the top ten. I had respect for the guy, especially after all the trouble he got us out of. But that was my mistake.

Everything went fine until Muscle Man said that we'd get better leverage if we put the side-you-get-your-sodas-from facing down.

Then the real trouble began.

Muscle Man found a quarter by his foot.

He reached over and picked it up, then got ready to do his signature shirt-in-the-air thing.

In doing it, he let go of the machine and the cage door encasing it flew open and hit my leg.

(Whatever they make those things out of, it hurts. a lot.)

But that's not the worst part. The soda machine falling got muscle Mans foot trapped under it. He started squealing and wiggling his foot, trying to get it out.

He hit one of the soda buttons.

Almost every soda in that stupid machine popped out and hit me smack dab in the leg. Over and over and over again. Skips finally got there and picked it off of us, and when he saw my leg he sent me to pops.

Pops said some pretty inaudible things and said i'd need rest and that he was happy it wasn't worse or else he'd have to call his families Pediatrician, Doctor Henry.

Rigby laughed for a little when I came back to the house. I had tried to punch him, but fell off of the bed and screamed in pain. He saw I wasn't playing and offered to get me some pain killers.

Yesterday, without a doubt, was one of the most painful days of my life. I sat up on bed and looked around for something to drink. When I saw a soda lieing on the ground next to me I groaned.

I didn't want to see another soda for the rest of the week.

I heard the door crack open and rigby peeked through.

His hair was messy and the circles around his eyes were a little darker. He walked up with a small smirk on his face.

"Dude" he called. I looked up and snorted. He had that 'I know something you don't ' look on his face.

I grumbled and pretended to rub my leg, when he looked at me I'd cry out a little for effect.

"Guess what ?" I knew not to ask.

I thought up a smart remark to say good morning.

" Benson gave us the day off ?" I laughed.

Honestly, I was joking. You don't get days off easily here, especially not with Benson as your boss. You have to be near death or someone you know has to be for him to even consider an hour off.