Jeffory: "consult your handy dandy schedule to tell you what you're supposed to be doing"
You open the chest. Inside are MANY PONIES. Gross. You never really cared for ponies.
These are all 'gifts' from your MOTHER. What, does she think you're five? You hid them all away from sight in this chest so you don't have to look at their colorful, judging eyes.
You still have to look at hers though.
You sit in the chest to contemplate your LACK OF WEENIES, which you are COMPLETELY GRATEFUL FOR.
Those disgusting MEAT LOVERS and their PRIMITIVE WAYS are vile. You'll never forgive them for THE WAR.
Your fellow VEGETARIANS tried to fight back with ROOTWHIPS and GOURDBOMBS, but the MEAT LOVERS retaliated with the horrible MEAT BEATING BEET MEETINGS. You still have nightmares.
You check your HANDY DANDY SCHEDULE.
You got this thing memorized, you've been following it for 10 DAMN YEARS. It's mostly stayed the same.
Right now it is 7:30 PM.
You've gotta head out and PRAISE THE OL' FUNGI here pretty soon.
In the meantime, you decide to have a delicious COCA-COLA. But... you haven't had a delicious COCA-COLA in 10 years. You just have water here... until recently, that is.
About a month ago, this place just took in a TON OF REFUGEES. Getting refugees is nothing new, as this whole place was designed a BUNKER for THE WAR. You haven't had any new refugees though for like 10 years, as you were all told you were the LAST PEOPLE IN THE UNIVERSE ALIVE.
Except for these NEW REFUGEES from a month ago. They're all weird. With them they brought tons of DRAMA, SHIT, and SUNNY D.
But yes. It is nice to finally drink something other than water for a change.