Breakfast of Champions
After Hoody slid the cup across the table, Jeff didn’t even bother to open his eyes as he took a large gulp of coffee. Big mistake, as half second later he spat it out all over the table ‘cause gross.
“What the fuck is this?”
Patting his face dry with a sleeve, Hoody rolled his eyes. “French vanilla you basic bitch. It’s called trying something new, instead of the same blackened tar you always drink.”
Jeff growled. He upended the rest of the cup into Liu’s bowl of cereal and stomped towards the kitchen. “Where’s the fucking coffee?” He kicked the door shut behind him and the resulting shouting match between him and Eyeless was muffled.
“Was that REALLY NECESSARY?” Liu shouted at the closed door and pushed his ruined cheerios across the table to Toby, who poked at it in interest.
“Not on your life,” Masky informed him in turn, taking the coffee-soaked cereal away. He added a couple spoonfuls of sugar and tried it. “Not bad. Here,” sliding his non-doctored bowl over to Liu who frowned.
“You’re going to bed soon, should you be drinking coffee?”
“Nah, not for a few hours. Slender wants me to go do something.”
“Oh. We need more nails if you're going out.”
“Why do we need mor- never mind.”
Even though that was all Masky intended to say about it, Toby still flailed his arms in the air, “it’s not my fault! I just wanted to build a box! A great big box! By the way, we need a new nail gun.”
“Of course we do, and that was absolutely not your fault either, was it Wiley Coyote?” Hoody slapped Toby on the back consolingly while also stealing his bacon.
“Hey!”
“I wanna go!”
The boys turned to look down at the brat, sitting on a pile of encyclopedias in order for his head to clear the table. “Yeah? And why would you wanna do that? Gawd, we need to get you a hairbrush...” Masky ruffled Boy’s hair, where it looked like a small animal had nested then died. He pulled out a small centipede and made a face.