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Tyrannosaurus Lex: Created page with ""Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock." The clock kept ticking. It was 4:29AM on a Monday. Garfield Wiggins lay in his bed, tossing and turning. He never slept peacefully. Not..."

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Created page with ""Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock." The clock kept ticking. It was 4:29AM on a Monday. Garfield Wiggins lay in his bed, tossing and turning. He never slept peacefully. Not..."

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"Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock."

The clock kept ticking. It was 4:29AM on a Monday. Garfield Wiggins lay in his bed, tossing and turning. He never slept peacefully. Not since the day Stephanie walked out on him. Her visage haunted him in his dreams; and while awake, he constantly wondered how different things could have been had he made the right choices.

As the clock turned 4:30, it rang out in an ear-piercingly shrill alarm; a wicked clarion call, replacing the orderliness of the ticking with an agonizing din.

"BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING"

Garfield sighed peacefully as he opened his eyes. He slammed his fist on the clock, halting the infernal alarm. One would assume that Garfield disliked the alarm; after all, it is such a grotesque sound. A vile, piercing cacophony of noise that would drive any man to madness. Yet to Garfield, such a sound was like music to him. A reflection of the disorder within his mind; after all, it was within such chaos and noise that Garfield felt most at peace. It was the silence that he did not like.

Garfield, dressed only in his finest boxer shorts, slid from his covers and shuffled over to his wardrobe, stepping over his curated assortments of magical curio, scientific knick-knacks, and unwashed clothing in the process. He picked a white shirt and khakis. While at home, Garfield prefers to dress in a more eclectic manner. The dress code at Noxcorp was one he followed begrudgingly.

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	"Bah. Nonsense! You need food more than they need you. Wait just a minute. I'll serve you something fresh."		"Bah. Nonsense! You need food more than they need you. Wait just a minute. I'll serve you something fresh."

−	Garfield walked over to the front of the restaurant and took a seat at a booth next to the window. Garfield and Volkov were wide awake, but Towningdale was asleep. Dawn had begun to break through but had not yet reached the clouds. The streets were empty. Across the road was "Ragnar's Laundromat," a Dwarven-run business that undersold itself with such a mundane name. Where else could one enchant their white shirts so as not to stain? As Garfield stared wistfully at the laundromat exterior, he began to daydream.	+	Garfield walked over to the front of the restaurant and took a seat at a booth next to the window. Garfield and Volkov were wide awake, but Towningdale was asleep. Dawn had begun to break through but had not yet reached the clouds. The streets were empty. Across the road was "Ragnar's Laundromat," a Dwarven-run business that undersold itself with such a mundane name. Where else could one enchant their white shirts so as not to stain? As Garfield stared wistfully at the laundromat exterior, he began to daydream. Thoughts of a mysterious blue-haired woman entered his mind as he gazed through the window. Suddenly, his concentration was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps.
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		+	"FRESH, HOT, PIEROGI!" yelled Volkov, in a friendly yet booming voice. Garfield jumped from his seat as Volkov heavily sat at the other side of the booth, laying down a large plate of assorted pierogi on the table. Potato and cheese, sauerkraut and mushroom, spinach and feta, and even a pumpkin flavour, garnished with sour cream and flakes of bacon. Garfield breathed in deeply, taking in the delicious scents of the food.
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		+	"This smells delicious, Volkov! You keep outdoing yourself!"
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		+	Volkov chuckled triumphantly. "Katyusha's is the best pierogi place in town. There's a reason people come to Volkov for their pierogi. Now come on. Try one."
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		+	Garfield picked up a fork and took a pumpkin-flavoured dumpling. He put it in his mouth and hummed contentedly as he swallowed it. "Oh, this is good!"
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		+	"Try another."
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		+	The taste of the first pierogi was enough for Garfield to momentarily drop his inhibitions. Grabbing the fork for dear life, he began to dig in, mercilessly devouring the pierogi on his plate. Volkov leaned back in his seat.
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		+	"Told you, you needed this. Now, what's on your mind?"
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		+	Garfield swallowed the mass of food in his mouth. "What do you mean?"
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		+	"You're in a hurry today. Tried to say no to my pierogi. I charge you little rent. I give you free pierogi and you turn me down? That's an insult to Volkov!"
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		+	"Oh geez, I'm sorry Volkov. Yeah, I've got some big shit going on at work. I'm working on ''something big.''"
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		+	"Big, you say?"

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	"Bah. Nonsense! You need food more than they need you. Wait just a minute. I'll serve you something fresh."		"Bah. Nonsense! You need food more than they need you. Wait just a minute. I'll serve you something fresh."
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		+	Garfield walked over to the front of the restaurant and took a seat at a booth next to the window. Garfield and Volkov were wide awake, but Towningdale was asleep. Dawn had begun to break through but had not yet reached the clouds. The streets were empty. Across the road was "Ragnar's Laundromat," a Dwarven-run business that undersold itself with such a mundane name. Where else could one enchant their white shirts so as not to stain? As Garfield stared wistfully at the laundromat exterior, he began to daydream.

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	Garfield, dressed only in his finest boxer shorts, slid from his covers and shuffled over to his wardrobe, stepping over his curated assortments of magical curio, scientific knick-knacks, and unwashed clothing in the process. He picked a white shirt and khakis. While at home, Garfield prefers to dress in a more eclectic manner. The dress code at Noxcorp was one he followed begrudgingly.		Garfield, dressed only in his finest boxer shorts, slid from his covers and shuffled over to his wardrobe, stepping over his curated assortments of magical curio, scientific knick-knacks, and unwashed clothing in the process. He picked a white shirt and khakis. While at home, Garfield prefers to dress in a more eclectic manner. The dress code at Noxcorp was one he followed begrudgingly.
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		+	He quietly stepped out of his bedroom, treading lightly so as not to disturb either of his roommates. He walked out of the apartment and down the stairs to the back of the restaurant, where he was greeted with the pleasant aroma of garlic, onion, and bacon. As he walked through the hallway, he passed the kitchen, where he saw Grigory Volkov preparing the first batch of pierogi. Volkov stood at an impressive 6'5". Even as the march of time began to slow him down, his presence was no less imposing. Volkov whistled a happy tune from the Soviet days as he stood over a hot skillet.
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		+	Garfield waved at Volkov. "Hey Volkov! You're up early today."
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		+	The large Russian man turned around to greet his friend. A warm smile appeared on his stony face as he waved back to Garfield.
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		+	"Good morning friend! These pierogi don't make themselves."
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		+	"They smell delicious."
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		+	Volkov raised an eyebrow at Garfield and pointed his spatula in his direction.
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		+	"You haven't eaten yet, have you?"
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		+	Garfield chuckled. "Nothing gets past you, does it?"
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		+	"You're a scientist, friend! That big brain of yours needs fuel. Sit down at one of the tables. I'll get you a hearty plate of pierogi. Real food. Good for soul."
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		+	Garfield protested. "I'm flattered, but I have something important I'm working on. I need to go to-"
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		+	"Bah. Nonsense! You need food more than they need you. Wait just a minute. I'll serve you something fresh."