A bright sun fills the room of a very brightly colored Jobe apartment as one can make out what looks like a tiny figure still in bed with a daunting figure on the side of the bed.
THWACK!! a smacking sound pierces the air like a hot knife through butter. The figure rolls around in bed only to mumble "that better be the cold sweet release of death from this headache or someone is getting fired". Master Riahmant its noon a metallic voice sputters.. Jesus Fons why'd you kick me so hard? Well shouting at you didn't work so I tried the next best thing. The figure in bed finally opens his eyes, taking in his surroundings trying to see where he is, ah there's his scantly clad picture of lorren warr autographed "To Riah with love", what in the world went on last night I remember something about the dancing atrox but beyond that its all a blur he sits on the edge of the bed and notices an empty bottle of gin on the floor... ah its all coming back now he thinks to himself as he grins. So Fonsworth whats on the agenda for today? Well sir you had a meeting at ten am which you have obviously missed, the tiny crat rolls his hands and mouths the same phrase as the robot. Ok beyond that Fons. Beyond that sir you have a 10 am tee time with master Ryph at lush hills. Ah nothing like a good game of golf with old player two huh fonsworth? I wouldn't know I don't golf sir. Yeah but Ive never seen you pass the 3rd hole gin or the 4th hole Mai tai. This is true sir. Ok so anything after golf? No sir the day is wide open whats left of it. Oh but wait you do have to fire Johnson from accounting again today. Yes we did rehire him yesterday didn't we? Well sir you and master ryph said to re hire him only so you could fire him again today. The tiny crat smirks with delight. Thats true Fonsworth thanks for reminding me pal. Its no problemo sir. Ok so what should I wear today fons? The tiny crat rifles through the first closet tossing out various suits onto the bed. Ah there it is as he picks out a plain white dress shirt. Onto the next closet where he picks out a nice pair of slacks then to the last closet where suspenders and a tie are chosen. The next step is to pick out his guns one might find this funny to see such a little fella with such obviously large guns and have a chuckle at it but it best be a chuckle at 10 paces. Ok now for the hard part fonsworth what headgear? As he looks at the shelf many stand out but, yes there's the one that catches his eye his old faithful tier 2 helmet. Something about this helmet just makes me feel more powerful. "Could it be because it makes you 2 feet taller sir" the robot says with a very sarcastic voice. Har Har fonsworth, you know Johnson may not be the only one getting fired today. I doubt it sir we're amigos and you know this. Thats so true Fonsworth.. as a little tear wells up in the nanomage's eye high five good buddy high five. By now the little crat and his robot pal have wasted another hour as they take notice of the time. Well Mr. Fonsworth Bentley are you ready to tackle the day? I was ready to tackle the day at 4 am sir. Thats good because I was trying to tackle the bed then but now I'm ready.
(this is my first time posting in here look for more to come based off of the life of fonsworth bentley and Riahmant)