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[color=8dc73f]Location: Nowhere, USA > Ozzie's Apartment (The Next Day) || Mentions: [@Zyshi][/color][/center]

	"[color=8dc73f]I... I do,[/color]" Ozzie said with a crooked smile as he looked at her.  His hair was pulled back in a sort of man-bun and his beard was freshly trimmed.  The black tuxedo shirt he wore complimented his cargo shorts which, in turn, matched his formal flip flops.  He was determined to look his classiest on this of all days.  It was important.  As he held her hands, he looked into her eyes. Tears began welling up in his own as he waited for the ceremony to continue.

	An older gentlemen in priestly robes stood between them and nodded before turning his attention to the girl.  "And do you, Coffee Lady, take Ozzie Shaw to be your awfully wedded husband, to have and to hold-"

	"[color=8dc73f]Wait, awfully wedded husband sounds wrong,[/color]" the groom chimed in.

	"Yeah, I know right," the priest concurred.  "Maybe it's 'softly'?"

	"[color=8dc73f]Huh... [i]Softly[/i]... [i]softly [/i]wedded husband?  I mean, I don't have a 'soft' problem.  If anything it's the opposite.[/color]"

	"Okay, how about this: Do you take Ozzie Shaw as your husband, who has no issues down there whatsoever."

	"[color=8dc73f]Perfect![/color]" Ozzie exclaimed gleefully with a wide smile.

	"What's the rest of it again?" The priest looked up at the sky with a wince, trying to remember the rest of the words to the vow.

	"[color=8dc73f]I have no idea, bro.  Let's just skip it.[/color]"

	"Right.  So, Coffee Lady... [i]Do [/i]you?"

	The bride looked back at Ozzie with a subtle grin looking adorably shy as she met Ozzie's gaze.  The anticipation in the groom was beginning to build exponentially as he awaited those two little words.  Even the priest leaned in uncomfortably close with anticipatory joy, staring intently at her.  Slowly her soft, beautiful lips began to part and her velvet voice floated out and into Ozzie's ears.

	"EHH EHH EHH EHH!"  Her eyes were incredibly wide now, her face contorted as she squawked, shouting into the air.

	"[color=8dc73f]...dafuq...[/color]" Ozzie pulled back as his bride began kicking up her legs and flapping her arms like a chicken while crowing skyward.

	"EHH EHH EHH EHH!"

	Ozzie's eyes shot open, completely bloodshot.  He found himself lying in his bed, staring at the broken ceiling fan that hung from above.  His alarm clock chimed out mercilessly beside him. [i] EHH EHH EHH![/i] Ozzie turned his head to behold that it was 10am.  He quickly seized the device in his hand and threw it against the wall, silencing it violently.  He sat up and tried to gather his thoughts before grabbing at his cell phone and checking for messages.  He clicked on Steve and reviewed the text he sent him last night:

	[code] dude wtf r u? ur missing shore.  bring doritos.[/code]  

	There were no replies.  It was particularly peculiar.  Ozzie sniffed at the air, an odd odor filling his nostrils.  As he looked around to try and find the source, his nose eventually led him to his own armpit.  Stifling a gag, the gungy man decided he needed a plan for today.  The thought of the Coffee Lady flashed in his mind once more.  First thing had to be first, though.  Step 1, get a shower.  Step 2, find Steve.  Step 3, find Coffee Lady.  Step 4, he was going to get those damned Doritos even if it was the last thing he did.

	As he made his way to the bathroom, he passed the living area where the sound of the television filled the room, as Ozzie had failed to turn it off the night before.  A reporter stood center screen with a face of panic and confusion as she described a scene of horror behind her in the middle of an alley.  The bathroom door shut and the sound of the showerhead coming to life drowned out the reporter's words.