A humanoid robot with a bare metal chassis looked up and started to walk towards me with its head tilted at an angle. I asked the robot what it was looking for only to find that it lacked the ability to speak. It made a scissor-like motion with its fingers so I looked around the table for a pair. By the time I had found a pair and was about to pass it over to the robot, it had already picked up one on its own. It resumed its advance towards me, but this time with the scissors snipping away in its hand. It got real close to me, the scissors now poking at my arm and snapping right against my skin. However the moment the blades managed to pinch a bit of skin and drew blood as it sliced my flesh, the robot suddenly jumped back and started to malfunction.

I was laying on the floor and I could hear some kind of denpa song blasting in the room. I knew that the end of the day was approaching and my body felt limp as I struggled to get up. I could feel people carrying and pushing me around on the smooth linoleum as I ping-ponged between the walls of the room. I felt my mom trying to get me to sit up to no avail.

I was in the kitchen after a trip for groceries. I looked inside the fridge and saw a large set of alcohol. The main bottle had a special cap which had multiple differently shaped spouts to pour out of. I felt an obligation to drink despite never drinking due to the fact that I had purchased the alcohol myself. I went digging in the fridge for some coke and a lemon.

The three of us headed to the tennis courts only to find that most of them were already occupied. A friend was bothered by the inefficient use of space and the arrangement of nets as the court area was also a mix of basketball and volleyball. The three of us tried to play tennis next to a giant mecha sitting in the corner.