Bill sat attop his chair at his apartment, his legs crossed and his head on his hand. He looked rather bored. He had been defeated during Weirdmaggedon, but wasn't welcome back at home. Therefore, he had to seek refuge at an old slophouse. It was nice, but it showed it was cheap.

Being in his human form, he decided to go do normal human activities, such as going to the café. He had no idea who he was about to meet yet again..

Stanford Pines.