Bro was in the kitchen, silent, scrolling through his smuppet website on a laptop as he cleared the sink’s garbage disposal of the shredded remains once belonging to a multitude of multicolored smuppets. The website was raking in plenty cash, mainly due to his bots boosting it, as per usual. Crows haunted the air outside the stuffy, messy apartment, tortured with the ever-present Houston heat that was hardly helped by the shitty air conditioner that was surely shaking hands with death.