Sloth peeled himself off the sofa when he heard a knock at the door. Wrath was out, with George probably, so Sloth was watching a Tarantino flick with his feet in the paddling pool that was still lurking in the lounge because he was too lazy to do anything about it. His feet picked up the sand that was tracked through the carpet as he went to the door. So much for bringing the holiday to home.
"Yeah?" Sloth said, opening the door a crack and peering out, just in case it was someone he didn't want to see. It was a scruffy-looking emo kid. Sloth squinted a bit, wondering if he could place him. He seemed a bit familiar...