Scott had taken a trip to the park to sell a bit of weed, and now that that was done he had decided some games and take out was in order. The second he had arrived home he had shucked his pants like a corn cob, and thrown himself on his sofa.
And then someone banged on the door and oh god, who did he owe money to now!? He was always forgetting. "Shit shit shit," he hissed, jumping up and darting to the door to open it not bothering with pants.
And then a small woman was bustling in past him, and he was stood in his Spongebob Boxers, looking like an idiot. "Uhhhhhhhhhh, I-" He looked a little closer and he recognised her as a former customer- His guts roiled as he remembered her boyfriend- "Is your boyfriend here?!" he asked, apparently forgetting the bit about the toilet. But if that maniac was here, Scott was calling the cops. And he hated cops.