The rest of Sinbad’s house was still cold, and now just a little bit gloomy.
Shark had wanted to go sleep in the other bedroom, but there was no telling when Sinbad’s roommate would be home.
He also didn’t want to sleep in a bed full of piss.
With no other choice, Shark sat down on the couch. Grabbing the TV remote that sat on the coffee table in front of him, he quietly turned the set on.
The stark contrast between the TVs they had at home, and the TV set here was striking. Shark had to squint a little to make out what was going on.
Shark didn’t know when he fell asleep. All he could recall was that he did.
Sinbad was apparently still sleeping. Assuming he wasn’t going to come out and see him off, Shark got dressed and quietly left the house.
Most of the town was likely still sleeping in that autumn morning. He could hear tires screeching off in the distance, but that was really about it. Shark was actually surprised there weren’t any kids hopped up on sugar running about the streets.
After the excruciatingly long walk home, Shark entered the mansion relatively quietly. He saw his mother sleeping on the dining room table, several bottles of whiskey scattered before her.
At this point, all Shark could do was shake his head in disappointment. Then he ascended the stairs to the room where all his game systems were.
It looked like it was lucky Shark got home when he did. Outside clouds were beginning to gather in the sky, threatening to bring snow.
Shark just looked outside to make sure, before going back to play Skyrim. A few minutes later, his sister Lolly came in holding several bags.
“Check it out, dweeb!” She announced to him. “I got three bags worth of candy alone last night! What’d you get?” She knew full well that he didn’t go trick-or-treating on Halloween anymore.
Nonetheless, with a bizarre stoicism, Shark just turned to look at his sister’s haul, and said one word to her:
It took Lolly a couple of seconds to realize what had been said. When she did, she only scowled and left her bags of candy in the room, stomping off.
A few more levels in his game later, Shark got a phone call. He paused in the middle of a dragon battle and answered.
“Hello-” He was then rudely cut off by a loud, “Whazzaaaap!” followed by raucous cackling.
“Sinbad?” He didn’t recall exchanging phone numbers. “How’d you find out where to call me?”
Then Shark heard a scoffing on the other end. “Ain’t it obvious? I used this wondrous invention known as ‘the phone book’. Anyway…”
After that, Sinbad asked in his own unique way if Shark would like to go out somewhere later that day. Shark was rather confused by this, but figured he could just humor him:
“Aren’t you supposed to wait three days after a date before calling?”
Then Shark heard a hyena-like cackling through the phone. “You call that a date? Damn, I hate to see what you think of actual one-night stands, then!”
When Sinbad had calmed enough to speak normally again, both agreed to meet up at the library at noon. Shark found this an odd choice, but decided not to question it.
After hanging up, Shark then heard the nonsensical hollering of his Uncle Bill. Looking outside, he watched as his uncle drove donuts into the front lawn.
Sighing at this, Shark sat back down and returned to his game for a few more hours.
(Song where the chapter title comes from: )