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[color=yellow]"Omega"[/color][/center][/b][/h1]

He should have gone to sleep, but Omega decided against it. He decided on spending his time back in the lounge. Omega continued to watch television, but dozed off and on until he fell asleep sitting on the sofa chair. The television was left on playing Carrie.


The next morning, Omega woke up as uncomfortable as he could be. 

"Fuck." He let out as he stood up off the the sofa. His eyes focused on the kitchen. "Let's make some breakfast." He said to himself as he walked in. Utensils, pans, and food flew around him as he prepared something to eat. 

This was a rare side of the Meta that he liked to keep to himself, but he missed being able to prepare a real homemade meal. Eggs, bacon, grits, and pancakes were swiftly spun up and prepared and in no time, Omega finished with a plate full each of eggs, bacon, and pancakes with big bowl of grits. 

"Breakfast, a lounge, and some bad TV! Now this day is destined for greatness." He said to himself as he was referring to how bad the previous day had been.