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It was a early morning in the latest lair of Dr. Dreads. Or was it just another back up lair. It was hard to keep track at this point. In any case, it was early morning, two after after sunrise, and Fly was enjoying a nice big mug of coffee.
Fly didn't really need coffee in his life. Especially regular coffee and not decaf. He knew he should be drinking decaf at least. But he just could not bring himself to. Yes, he was already always jittery and somewhat hyperactive. And the caffeine and copious amount of sugar he put in his coffee did not help this at all. He just stopped caring long ago.
He was sitting at the minions kitchen table, taking another small sip of his well loved and savored drink. Fly often did have the kitchen to himself at this time in the morning. Vampira was not a early riser. Toad woke up much earlier then Fly did. But he normally ate and drank quick before getting to various chores around the lair.
And Dr. Dread had said before that to get him out of bed before noon, it would have to be a damn good reason and if it was for anything less there would be suffering.
Besides, even if Dr. Dread were a early riser he wouldn't be in this kitchen. Dr. Dread had his own little kitchen. The man preferred to eat alone. Fly suspected more it was because he didn't like being around them if he could help it.
That just left one monster that would show up around these hours in the morning.
Just as Fly was thinking about it, Mummyman had joined Fly in the kitchen. In Mummyman's arm was a old looking jar.
There was a name for these jars that was escaping Fly's memory currently. And he wasn't going to ask Mummyman again as he knew Mummyman would grab onto the moment to talk about the culture of Egypt from the era he was alive in. That wasn't a bad thing in itself. It was just that Mummy of normally little words could actually talk a lot once on a subject he cared about.
Fly supposed he was no different, as a sort of scientist. But that did not mean he wanted to hear a whole presentation this early in the morning.
Mummyman grunted a hello his way before approaching the fridge. The fridge was a mine field of food that had gone beyond it expiration dates, food that had been claimed by others in the group, their names written on it in big letters and dire warnings. There were also specialized foods no one else would want except the one that had put them in there, like Vampira's blood shakes.
And there occasionally there was unclaimed actually good food.
Fly didn't see what Mummyman had chose but he did see Mummyman open the jar and drop the food in. Fly did remember the fact that this jar contained Mummyman's stomach. That was a hard fact to forget.
Mummyman stood there, as if he could take in the taste of the food even though the food went straight to his stomach literally. Then a burp sounded from the jar. Feeding done, Mummyman closed the lid of the jar and hid it back into his mass of wrappings. Then he joined Fly at the table.
It was in these more quiet moments Fly would talk about things he felt the others would not understand.
"You ever worry about the fact that this is all our lives are. Fighting a bunch of teenagers and losing?" Fly asked.
Mummyman grumbled and nodded. Clearly something that had been on his mind lately too.
It was a small moment and barely a outburst, but Fly felt like he needed another mug of coffee.