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Mom: Oh hush Stan. It isn't bad for the boy's place to look nice for family.
Dad: Well I suppose it's better than his wreath made of socks on the door.
Roger: Hey that was a funny idea. Everyone else likes my sock wreath.
Dad: That's great son. It's good to see you've accomplished something in your life. All I can say is it's about time.
Roger: Nice dad.
Mom: Whew I'm tired. All this decorating. I'm gonna turn in.
Dad: I'm going to get some shut eye too. Before the hordes of loonies get here.
Roger: It's only 7:30 you two. What are ya? 80? I'm going to go visit Sam. I'll be back.
Dad: Don't be loud when you come in. I sleep light.
Roger: Yeah dad, whatever. See ya. Don't wait up.
Narrator: Oh they wouldn't wait up. Roger went out. His parents slipped into dream land. Over at Sam's apartment, the two watched a movie, then went out driving for a few minutes. The hours past. Soon it was midnight.
Sam: What's wrong? Your acting weird.
Roger: Just nervous about tomorrow I guess. Some of my family doesn't get along, and here I am putting them in close quarters with one another. I just hope I still have an apartment after tomorrow.
Sam: I'm sure everything will be fine.
Roger: Your so upbeat it's scary.
Sam: Well drop me off. Go home, and get some sleep.
Roger: Yeah alright.
Narrator: So he did planned to do just that.
(Sound effect-door opening shutting-creaky door maybe)
Roger: Oops. Shut that kinda loud.
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