Scott let them into his place and Sloth stumbled in, puffing for breath and making a weird high sound that was strung-out laughter. She dropped the bags and headed for the couch to collapse onto it, burying her face into the cushion as her legs flopped over the arm of the chair. But damn, all the snacks were too far away! and the carboard tag from the socks was sticking into her. But moving.... was a no from her, dawg.