"Gee, your parents sure are quiet."

Nah, that was rude. I didn't say that.

"I can doubt that AND bet it won't. Maybe you'll get lasered or something." I 'joked', chuckling somehow. So, here's a little excerpt from my role- screw it. I can't remember word-by-word of what happened. Eh... well, the GM's character fell onto my character, and then he got lasered into some whack-ass clone. Thankfully that didn't last too long. I got out of the chair, sliding the table underneath as I tried to stretch - I sure did stretch, but it didn't feel like one. "Well, thanks for the meal and a son to take care of us." I said to Robert's parents, slipping a carrot into my arm. I could hear some bubbling, which of course was usual for being a slime trying to eat food.

After about a minute of wandering, Robert came down the rickety and damaged stairs, holding a single bag of sorts... then, he told us that it was a sleeping bag. I looked at Elena for a second. We all couldn't sleep in one bed, or even fit two in one. "Er... I'll just sleep on the floor, maybe the kitchen. I don't want your parents to not only clean the carpet, but also the couch." Then, it struck to me that I could also eat off the floor while I was at it. "Yeah, I'll take the kitchen floor."