It’s 6:20 and the Butcher is still in his bed.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m back to basics.”
“You know, bratwurst.”
“Why aren’t you at work.”
“It’s noble downstairs.”
“THE BUTCHER. Why aren’t you at work?”
“I have today off.”
“What does that have to do with bratwurst?”
“Nothing. What are you talking about?”
Edited to add:
I think “Noble” may be a name or a nickname, as there is some guy on my couch. Bless his heart, y’all, but when I came downstairs, both the cat and the dog were standing right by him making noises like they were trying to hork up giant furballs. I don’t know. Maybe some guys find that attractive.
Here’s a picture of them waiting for their beloved to awaken.