Randy awoke to a blink alarm clock. He was late; this time to the doctor's office. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, his feet caught the sheet and the poor man feel over onto the carpeted floor. He slowly got up and with one swing of his leg the web between his fat toe and index caught violently on the bed's iron leg. The instant pain bolted up his leg to the crown of his bold head. He gave a hearty cry before staggering out his dark room and into an even darker hallway. As he stumbled forth he head a squish sound. He couldn't see where the sound originated until he took a step. The souls of his bare floor – the good one – was smeared with the wings, flat antenna, and brown, slimy guts of a large roach. Randy finally reached the light to see his left toe red, and swollen and the sole of his right foot was smudged with a flat, gut-dripping bug.
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